Яна Айнсанова - Мой город
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My city
Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Every night I close my city
From sharp claws, teeth, predatory views
From skinny, hungry knives, arrows and rifles
Those who are terribly howl and dulls in the darkness

My city may seem to you abandoned
My city may seem empty to you
But it will not open to the views not past
He will not open his eyes with a slant
After all, the city is so fragile, helpless, screaming
Take it into your hands roar right there

And you are very bright, you are very sonorous
Walk along the streets with one gentle sound

You will be a note, tall and clean
You will be sounded through the walls of silence
Trembling, colorless air stream
River in my city, blood, movement, flight, breathing

Try to take my city in your palms
In his infinity, color sinks
My city can destroy the rustle
After all, there is no blood in the heart of the city

Dry rivers, motionless air
The walls of silence, sand and ice
He is waiting for your light steps of careful
He is waiting for your light steps wary
He is waiting, waiting, he waits and waits ..