Sozvezdie - Третий Рим
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Having hardly covered yourself out of bed
And not really having time to eat
Without distinguishing days of the week
Late for two hundred places

So to the end and not waking up
With acquired dexterity
I, plunged into a metropolis
I am again becoming a particle of traffic jams

Self, pressing into the mass
Those who consuming did not have time to erase yesterday's makeup
I bask like a metal
I will swim like a plastic
I'm crumbling like asphalt
I penetrate like smoke
Around me the third Rome

The usual world of microdistricts
Where are traffic jams even in the yards
Where are two tens of million
Live in square cones

We are in that macroraio sleeping
There is no need to go to each other
We are connected by the local
My Nick Suzuki in that network

Here tomorrow in tentacles
Today is the time of the Cavers
The roar of motors wakes up at night
Street Traysers and Bikers

Here every third resident of the monk
Here is the transplant station
My city is like a huge market
More precisely, as a large bazaar

And he considers everything without leaving the box office
And he does not know, but still creates
It is hard as metal
He is brittle like plastic
He is dirty like asphalt
He is bitterly like smoke
Around you the third Rome

And he considers everything without leaving the box office
And he does not know, but still creates
It is hard as metal
He is brittle like plastic
He is dirty like asphalt
He is bitterly like smoke
Around you the third Rome