[Verse 1: O.S.T.R.]
This is not the time to reflect on decisions, forgive me
Each of us would like to gain, get off the ground
Above the roof, all the places with hope and desires
In order for the world to finally live, he turned this muck into theater
Mom, I'm lost, handcuffs, door with no handles
Tell me what the ice cream dogs are for
"Pff, you're fucked," said one of them
I'd rather be fucked and shut your mouth, doggy
And in the mouth - one blow, the second, the third, the fourth
Although I have no hands free, I will not spit myself
Still to the floor, a back punch on the kidney
I wish I could see the face, only cotton in the snout
Motherfucker, you are lucky that sheet metal protects you today
When we meet in the city, you will mention this attack again
One pulled out a gun and aimed it at the brain
Saying to me: "hey clown, you want to live it without quarrels"
Fucking whore, I think "is this how mom is supposed to be?"
Before I look you in the eye, I have to kill this amok
Instead of dreaming that caviar would decorate our table
I don't want to be a victim of fucking dogs

[Chorus x6: O.S.T.R.]
It is freedom for risk, risk for freedom

[Verse 2: O.S.T.R.]
Mom, you know that I wanted to take care of my family and you
My children's dreams, I will not feed them with bread
But the muck on the soil, I have a dog over me again
Well, I think we got there, since he got up
He took the gun, aimed it at the shoulder - "You're coming with me"
"Fuck for sure" didn't sound like a pleasure
Well, once more, there are no objections
And absolute power, this is what the virus is all about
I think - figure out how to get out of the situation
What to say, how to lie to live with what I have today
You can feel the drama when you look at the development of events here
I beg you to kill again, don't let me Lord
They pulled me out of the car and put me on my back
They opened the door with their heads, they poured me again so I wouldn't get up
Bruised ribs make it hard for me to breathe
Don't let me stop, let mom get up
[Chorus: O.S.T.R.]
It is freedom for risk, risk for freedom

[Verse 3: O.S.T.R.]
We're in, "hehe, you probably know what's gonna happen"
I think - wpierdol plus wpierdol, goal - interrogation
With recognition, the stone sows panic on the heart
Good though the pain made my facial expressions curvature
You won't recognize fear from me, even if you want to
It's all that swollen snout and blood
Fuck the pain, fuck the stress, I'm not gonna tell them
Suddenly I hear - "get him, let him out, he's not the fucking man"

[Outro: Michał Fajbusiewicz]
As the state hears Nikodem R. happiness did not leave him even in a hopeless situation, after a mistake of our law enforcement agencies, he was apologized and released. We suspect that it was then that Nikodem realized that his appearance was anonymous and that only stolen documents and a plate could pose a threat to him, so he decides to get rid of this evidence. Unfortunately, what you will hear next are only our assumptions, but very likely)