Konečný řešení [English translation]

You have to be neither Colombo nor Sherlock Holmes,

to recognize there's a homeless sitting behind you in a tram,

as soon as you smell the stench of urine,

you know travelling by public transport is a total bullshit

The bar you hold in the tram is always greasy,

the journey home won't be very pleasurable today,

the homeless wipe their asses with their hands,

don't be surprised the Charles Square smells of shit

An armless gipsy scrounges on the Old Town Square

and half an hour later you see him arm wrestling,

When you sit in the bus, the seat's wet

some fucking Ukrainian must've wet himself there a while ago

We've come up with a solution with Reznik and Pitvo,

We'll let a scaffolding fall on the homeless on the Charles Square,

and a mass hanging awaits the Ukrainians,

to let them live here in peace would be a sin

for a murder of a Ukrainian

you'll get three coins

for an elimination of a beggar,

you'll get a Mercedes car

for burning of a junkie,

you'll get a whore for your horny dick

for an eliminion of a homeless,

nobody will sue you.

Chorus:

Every homeless drinks the cheapest wine in his shithole,

Pitva spills an acid all over him,

and I have a new tattoo - a swastika on my biceps,

I'd burn them all, turn them into salami

A beggar pretends to be blind, but then counts the change,

I think I'll really wash his eyes with a codium cyanide,

I'd get rid of all the maternity grant shit

and infect their families with some disease.

And when I walk past Andel metro station and the street is all black,

I'd hit the jackpot with an atomic bomb there,

I don't get why it all went so fucking wrong,

why there's so much filth on this planet,

If it was possible to shoot it all,

I'd consider a trip to the city,

In the very first bus I shoot the fucking homeless,

Their arse will never be wiped,

Just take his balls out of their pants whan they see a bottle,

I'm taking out my knife and stabbing another junkie,

I don't wanna name anyone, I don't wanna point at anyone,

but this scum should be banned.

I'll give Cunek my money, the main thing is to get rid of them,

If they get the fuck out of here, I'll celebrate

They're totally incapable and complain all the time,

They only make our lives worse,

Don't ever try to beg for money for a bottle of rum,

I'll buy it myself and drink it on my own,

When we walk on the street and see two gays,

Hrobka laughs in their faces,

Every loaded Russian would like to fuck a geisha,

but the only thing they do is attending gay shows,

Ukrainians go back to Ukraine,

or I'll get pissed off and throw a mine in your hut.

Chorus:

Every homeless drinks the cheapest wine in his shithole,

Pitva spills an acid all over him,

and I have a new tattoo - a swastika on my biceps,

I'd burn them all, turn them into salami

A beggar pretends to be blind, but then counts the change,

I think I'll really wash his eyes with a codium cyanide,

I'd get rid of all the maternity grant shit

and infect their families with some disease.

Hrobka and Pitva detest Ukrainians,

I personally detest gypsy pickpockets at Florenc metro station

A friend of mine bumped into a slut there once,

and istead of cock-sucking got his phone stolen,

It's true he was totally pissed,

but I'd ban this scum anyway.

They're drunk at night, during the day and in the morning too,

puke in their beards and shit in their tracksuit,

neither I nor Hrobnik nor Pitva want you here,

If you don't wanna work, just die somewhere in a ghetto,

I'll make an omellette out of your face in a moment,

Stub out a cigarette in my eye if I'm wrong,

But I see so much filth out in the streets,

fat junkie cunts sell their pussies,

I'd burn you with torches and a lot of petrol,

I hope you'll drown when the next flood comes.

Every homeless drinks the cheapest wine in his shithole,

Pitva spills an acid all over him,

and I have a new tattoo - a swastika on my biceps,

I'd burn them all, turn them into salami

I'd burn them all, turn them into salami

• Artist:Řezník