Городская тоска - Из Года В Год
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Road dust will be sank along the highway
The sun rises, the headlights are extinguished
There are cares, pipes and digging,
City. This sweaty zone is controlled by the weather
Yes, yes at home they decorate wall patterns
Dirty words braid fences
Word, word for the word in fire burns oil
There is no smoke without fire, there is no suit without fire
The tongue of flame burns in the distance
Morning serenes destroy the dreams of love
Freedom is dripping in cranes.
Black sellers on every corner as much as you like
Old areas look fashionable
It is not difficult to understand gangsters
Writers write to readers cruel novels
Sluts crawl out at night
Announcements on the screens tell fairy tales
All new women on the screens are eyes
They are full of advertising, burn out, then turn her away
Under dense puffs of smoke, the streets are darkened

City, dust, city mud
We drown in the swamp, holding our hands
City longing loves me
A lone light will wake up
What to do when (what to do when)
What to do when (what to do)
Longing calls somewhere in the distance

Black cloud in smoke like a fragment,
Thoughts melt, melt
Only lightning, the beam where it hits does not understand,
Only the elect takes, pulls, pulls
Dead and living meltwater flows from the mountains,
Rain pours all on the rein,
And it reminds everyone, it depends on the case on the street that it will come true.
Playing inside, the call "Run!"
Birds hang high above the houses with a stone, freeze.
The lonely car flew quickly by
A slight smell of gasoline hit the head.
Thoughts smolder how the wind flies away, leave,
The night mountains swim over us.
Original moves we solve programs
Early in the morning, early in the morning, day, evening, at night, strange.
We are connected by a loop, but far from each other,
We are flooded with a tear of city night longing.

City, dust, city mud
We drown in the swamp, holding our hands
City longing loves me
A lone light will wake up
What to do when (what to do when)
What to do when (what to do)
Longing calls somewhere in the distance

My morning walk gives strength to Vera,
I am a lone fire, I want to burn, at least.
The light indicates the path exactly at night,
Morning rays bind me firmly
With the city world of garbage, swamps, mud;
I am ready to teach life every scum.
Anyone can, but not me
I know what the dead water of rain is.
Gray dust lies on dead stones,
Night streets catch up on people.
In the hands of fire, absolute inside peace,
A lone light speaks at night with longing.

Longing calls somewhere to the distance,
Longing calls me somewhere to the distance.
Longing calls somewhere to the distance,
Longing calls me somewhere to the distance.

The streets woke up, the shadows returned to the houses.
Programs argue, advertisements are muddy,
The quagmires are caught, after a while they drown.
Whoever believes in the fire is looking for and finds!