I don't belong, singing these anthems. This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running straight for the exit, detoured through my veins. Telling me to "Get
Превод: Нема више црних. Ох, постоји трчкарање.
: I don't belong, singing these anthems. This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running straight for the exit, detoured through my veins. Telling me to "