I think of this atmosphere, walks the most ruthless character you have ever seen on the screen No Through my heart, blood-stained depths Your poor beloved I hate you, but not much The most dangerous enemy But no, you didn't come to take your servants I came to change your hip-hop This music is like a new fatwa Dirty bitch White truth She's drunk in your boots She was taken tomorrow She was deprived of her son Leaving only spots She wants an album But nothing is clear People say that nothing is clear And we seem to feel something But again, nothing is clear In the guard of order, we are here Torn apart and how? How? How? We are really in the center We are here Torn apart and how? How? We are really in the center We are really in the center