Ночные Снайперы - Домой
текст песни

Moscow. Moscow Art Theater, 05/15/2003

Heaven lives in this city,
For three hundred years, it is tired.
Air from frost
And besides, with a rubber of metal.

Here, birds paralyze the wings,
And Ikaru has nothing to strive for.
New Year comes the year old
Nothing can change.

Blue stars in this sky
In this sky, blue rivers
and pine trees march under the sky
With axes, lumberjacks wave

Here cars fall into the cork
stitched with a hangover of the face
pedestrians fall into the furnace
And nothing can change

Steel clouds in this sky
Stars freeze in this sky
And letters do not reach the sky
And they reach the same with the 'late'

here love is only forty minutes
Before going to bed so that you will be forgotten as soon as possible
In the morning, they drink cheap coffee here
And nothing can change

The sky lives in this city
for three hundred years it is tired
The sky let out a bullet in his forehead
But alas, alas did not stop

And under the sky it was just as dirty
Rains Winter Winter Spring and Summer
nothing can change
Everything is fine - even this