Городская - Тоска
текст песни

Road dust shifts on the highway,
The sun rises, the lights of the headlights are quenched.
Plants, pipes, soot, city are seen.
This sweaty zone is managed by the weather.
Houses decorate wall patterns,
Dirty words are deployed fences.
Word, word for the word, oil burns in fire.
No smoke without fire, there is no match without fire.
Flame language burns in Dali.
Morning Serena destroy the dreams of love.
Freedom drows out in basements from the crane
Black sellers on every corner how much.
The old areas look fashionable.
It is not difficult to understand the gangster bases.
Writers write to readers of brutal novels.
Shalava crawl at night.
Announcements on the screens tell fairy tales,
All new Babenki on the screens are building eyes.
Advertising mothers, burn out, then gray.
Under the thick clubs of smoke streets darken.

City, dust, urban dirt.
We are thin in the swamp, holding hands.
Urban longing love me
Lonely light will wake up.
What to do when? What to do when
Longing calls somewhere in the distance?

Black cloud introduced like a fragment. Thoughts melt.
Only lightning beam where there is no disassembly.
Only selected picks up.
Pulls into dead lights.
Living melt water flows from the mountains to all over a survey.
Rain pours and reminds everything
From the occasion on the street depends on what will come true
Plays inside. I say the call of "Run!"
Birds high above the houses hangs a stone,
Fucks. A lonely car flew quickly by,
The light smell of gasoline hit the head.
Thought thoughts how the wind flies, leave, swim
Above us in the night mountains.
We solve the original moves
Early in the morning, in the morning early, in the afternoon, in the evening, at night.
We are connected by loop, far from each other
We are filled with a tear urban night longing.

City, dust, urban dirt.
We are thin in the swamp, holding hands.
Urban longing love me
Lonely light will wake up.
What to do when? What to do when
Longing calls somewhere in the distance?

My morning walk gives the strength of faith.
I am lonely, I am a fire. I want to burn at least.
Light path points exactly at night.
Morning rays bind me firmly
With the city world. Musia swamp mud.
Ready to gain life every scum.
You can, but not me.
I know what is dead water rain.
Gray dust lies on the dead stones,
Night streets catch the fear on people.
In the hands of fire. Absolute indoor.
Lonely light spongly speaks with longing.
Tooch calls somewhere in the distance.
Tooch calls me somewhere in the distance.
Tooch calls somewhere in the distance.
Tooch calls me somewhere in the distance.
Streets woke up. Shadows to the houses returned.
Programs argue, advertising Mutyat,
Bogs catch, drown through time.
Who believes in the fire, he is looking for and finds.
City, dust, urban dirt.
We are thin in the swamp, holding hands.
Urban longing love me
Lonely light will wake up.
What to do when? What to do when
Longing calls somewhere in the distance?