Od apelu do apelu

Here, where the crime is, I welcome you, my friend

Life here still flows from roll call to roll call

Spell ZK, then write to your mother

You're a cat, you'll definitely end up in solitary confinement

Society would want me executed

I'm fucking convicted, but not damned

The Guardian Angel was staring, someone wrote anonymously

Now I'm drawing these cards because I can't call

I will never stand in the shadow like this slave

After all, if I'm free, I'll stay even in prison

This is Chada, the guy who carries this burden

From childhood he was filled to the brim with pissed offness

It's not like home, brother, although the air is the same

But you have to stick with it, because you've been fucking sentenced

Six o'clock in the morning the bell rings and we wake up for roll call

It is what it is, the reptile opens the hatch and shouts, "Walk"

I'm still breathing, I have an appetite for life

The air here doesn't smell like a woman to me

Feel the atmosphere, it's a fucking crime story

Here you usually count time in years, not hours

I'm still breathing, I have an appetite for life

The air here doesn't smell like a woman to me

Feel the atmosphere, it's a fucking crime story

Here you usually count time in years, not hours

Keep your head up, it'll be fine, dude

Those with a one-way ticket have it the worst

Imagine that all is not lost

The time will come again and you will hear that bell

The watch is asleep, the hands are still

The only photo from this vacation, a cell phone photo

Every day is like Monday, the die is cast long ago

It's time to take stock of life in the wild

On the side, to the right, I have the naked Champions League

Tell me how much you would give for a striptease

I see this pain on people's faces all around me

And letters mean more than you imagine

I have known pain in my life, I know what solitary confinement feels like

Instead of looking through the wall, it's better to look through your fingers (through your fingers)

Calculate your profits and losses before steel bars cast a shadow on this life

I'm still breathing, I have an appetite for life

The air here doesn't smell like a woman to me

Feel the atmosphere, it's a fucking crime story

Here you usually count time in years, not hours

I'm still breathing, I have an appetite for life

The air here doesn't smell like a woman to me

Feel the atmosphere, it's a fucking crime story

Here you usually count time in years, not hours

Here dreams burn and only ashes remain

Forever and ever, amen, respect for these blocks

Now you're sitting in this cell, your mind wandering

This is for all thieves with heavy sentences

Times aren't pleasant here, but hang in there, dude

Among the panellings, as pale as these tobacco flowers

If I had known what would happen, I would have stepped back

Today the rosary tells me to finally wake up

I hear my own echo again, my saliva turns bitter

It's like after ashes, which gives this ethereal atmosphere

I'm starting to count again, you won't understand me, brother

Here are the words scribbled on this wooden tabletop

Already closed by choice, which spews verses

Constantly at odds with life and shackled

I am here with you, man, still with the same hope

Dreams here, although they smell, fade quickly over time

I'm still breathing, I have an appetite for life

The air here doesn't smell like a woman to me

Feel the atmosphere, it's a fucking crime story

Here you usually count time in years, not hours

I'm still breathing, I have an appetite for life

The air here doesn't smell like a woman to me

Feel the atmosphere, it's a fucking crime story

Here you usually count time in years, not hours