Паралирик - Провинция
текст песни

Cold steam
What is walking on the hands
My street is not great
Edges and shores
Book Ilai, on the walls of the back room
Steel in pocket, stain on the sneaker
Sip of water from the basement crane
Montana cylinders, vandals, no cap
My brother I have not seen those who are not enough here
Cents, salaries, a new step is stack
I will throw a bomber, on my back this word
That many are familiar who knows for hunger
My registration that the compass indicated
When I asked God: "Where am I?"
Province, cold my cold
(Broken, map here)
Province, endless field
(Wind, there is a cross above the roof)
Alleys, stations, my head - lava
What I saw there, they will not show the screens
Areas, dome, amulet my two -headed
Tell me, what is the strength? You know the answer
You are my homeland, concrete and poplar
Bit head rummages, the wind is lullaby
British head in which the booth
Fuck us a little, we are not enough for us
I have a Russian brand, from two shores
Under the feet of the asphalt of cold courtyards
Where is the will - metal and concrete, for whom?
My province cooks, Support
Province, cold my cold
(Broken, map here)
Province, endless field
(Wind, there is a cross above the roof)
Alleys, stations, my head - lava
What I saw there, they will not show the screens
Areas, dome, amulet my two -headed
Tell me, what is the strength? You know the answer