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Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Cold in the courtyards like laws
Gray houses like icons
Every floor remembers something (hey)

The courtyard smells of soot and swearing
They don't believe dates here
They believe facts
The entrance hall is like chronicles in paint
Stairs are cracked
Childhood in fear
Somewhere an old tape recorder blares
It smells of beer
Gasoline and sleep
Someone else's melancholy flickers in the windows
Someone didn't return - their numbers were erased

Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Here we grow like weeds from the wall
We beat against puddles
Against the edges of the railings
Whoever survived sewed wings on themselves
Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Every balcony is a personal burial ground of dreams
If you can escape from here alive
The city will whisper: "You are my beloved son" (Yeah)

Mom's waiting late
She's not sleeping
The phone's silent—it means everything's boiling
Guys on a bench are throwing fate to the wind
Someone to the south
Someone into the chimney
Swings creak
Metal rusts
Here they learn the ending too soon
But in every window there's a small light
A chance for those
Who said "no"

Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Here we grow like weeds from a wall
We beat against puddles
Against the edges of railings
Whoever survived—he sewed wings on himself
Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Each balcony is a personal burial ground of dreams
If you can escape from here alive
The city will whisper: "You are my beloved son"

We whisper plans in the shadows of garages (quieter)
We believe
That tomorrow will be a little brighter
But if you suddenly forget
Where you are from
The asphalt will remind you with scars feet

Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Here we grow like weeds from a wall
We hit puddles
Against the edges of railings
Whoever survived sewed wings on themselves
Concrete jungle
Neighborhoods
Let this hoarse chorus of courtyard sheep sound
If you can escape from here alive
Don't lose your tongue in the courtyards