Красное Солнце - Про город
текст песни

Here it is, like in the palm of your hand, my whole city
With his broken roads, where every rustle
I have been familiar to me since childhood, and to be honest -
There are better places, but this is my childhood city.

Here it is my city, cities of narrow streets
Dusty yards, lanes will be stooped
Under the weight of cars and broken roads.
But this is my city, the city of seven hills.
Here is my first love, my last tears,
Dreams were dissolved here as spring thunderstorms.
Under the light of the summer sun, the city alleys and parks are shown.
Here in almost every house, boutiques, supermarkets.
The city of glamorous fools, bitchy bitch.
I am not separated from him, and even if
Other cities and countries will flicker outside the window
He will remain with me forever, because my childhood passed here.
Here I was born and raised,
Here is my street, house. my yard. Friends and relatives
Here he wrote the first text, his first song,
Then I was 16 and life seemed more interesting

City under sunlight of weather drops
City. fog. ships and unshaven muzzle
The city of old anarchy moves the masses on the verge
This is London. We have completely different realities here
The city of cars and gasoline will remain in the past
City of thoughtless blondes and secular cats
City of old men with expensive perfume
The city of their nymphs with a naked torso on a dish
The city of arrogant bastards city is old and young
The city in which you lose your mind again
All words are old nonsense about the same
I will die in this city, but I hope later
We become more strict and you see less often
Highways like veins, but we will cut them
Turning the flow to collapse
The city is moving in growth absorbing us