T.B. Eighteen - Город
текст песни

I leave the evening from the house
The porch closes the heavy door
In the courtyard where children used to play
Quietly, albeit almost no people

On the way to the metro teenagers with beer
Half a rayon of drug addicts and drunks
No ideals, no prospects
Every year there are fewer healthy people

Chorus:
My city presses the height of skyscrapers
My sky is obscured by high roofs
For the noise of the metro and rumble of cars
I feel how the city is breathing

Panting from the abundance of dirt
From the number of people unnecessary for him
He left a little, he was running out
He wants your blood and mine

Dull faces in the metro carriage
Media readers buried in newspapers
Evening news and detectives
Cluttering their vegetable brains

Half of their own, half of visitors
Everyone here has the main goal here
Holbies in my ears aggressive music
The city makes evil

Capital Center - Manezhnaya Square
In terms of the number of brutalized, it looks like a forest
But leaving from here is not a way out
The way out is to stay here

Here, among crusts, traffic jams and dirt
Stress, problems, cops, gopots
In the city where you lived all your life
You know - either he or you