Андрей Петрович, Фитнес Оркестр - Дети ТЦ
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Wearily, like a woman
The city's streets are scattered with legs
Gathering souls in its hem
Who wanted to argue here?
Who wanted to be the best here?
Puddles crush underfoot
Children
Tomorrow is knocking on the door
We're not dressed yet
Like wild animals
Children of shopping malls
Looking sadly at the houses
With the eyes of a tired bitch
Drying the sunken mouths of the entryways
Here is a city of working-class glory
Drank away money and passports
What we kept silent about
Children know
Tomorrow is pounding on the door
And we're not dressed yet
Like wild animals
Children of shopping malls
Someone blows on the water
Someone nods at the time
We'll end up in a round dance
Having experienced every kind of hangover
Tomorrow has knocked down the doors
And is already tying our hands
Children of shopping malls
Dying of boredom