Дмитрий Рыгаев - Город Улей
текст песни

Rust on the balconies of the spiers
The domes are drowning in smoke
Thousands of tiers
Miles
Everyone considers the world

There
Upstairs
Under the bright dome
Rustle of seals
Parchment
Coats of arms
Glass floor - under it is a fog of poisons
Sweet
Like a lie
Sour
How is life

Servants in steel necklaces
They're watching
How the night creeps down
The city is booming
Like a prayer
Collected from the cries of workers

Beehive City
Breathe
While you can
From spiers to underhives
To the roofs of bones
We are the Emperor's fuel too
Burning in layers
But the same
The hive of forty thousand is our beast and our home

Below is the heat of the units
Red sweats on gray walls
Shifts stick together forever
The sound of the conveyor presses on the veins

Children count the breaks
In old concrete joints
They dream of not becoming an expense
In the line factory rights

The very bottom is there
Where the lights are flashing
Mushroom
Khimozny
Instead of bread
Rusty markets
Darkness under the bridges
Someone is swapping organs for the sky

The stench of flesh processing
Gang cards on dirty hands
Every day
Like a little war
To avoid ending up in waste tanks

They pray from above
They're fighting from below
In the middle they count the score
We are all screws of the same heart
What beats to the beat
While he's eating
While he's eating