Зараза - Родной район
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Amidst the bridges and backwaters,
In the dust where exhaust fumes weigh a ton,
It rings out solid as reinforced concrete—
The roar of my home district.
Amidst the bridges and backwaters,
In the dust where exhaust fumes weigh a ton,
It rings out solid as reinforced concrete—
The roar of my home district.
And in my district, bums hang out at the bus stop—
Not a day goes by without vodka; can you catch those notes?
Puddles shimmer, slicked with a film of gasoline;
A sleek SUV rolls past, windows tinted dark.
Golden autumn—it really is beautiful, after all.
The asphalt here is cracked; everyone walking watches their step.
Thugs still skulk through the alleyways.
The smokestacks of steel mills puff away like seasoned stoners.
But my true homies will be there to greet me, knowing I’ve landed;
And my oldest buddy—a relic from way back—will hit me up the moment he finds out.
I’ve guarded this love against all odds, come what may;
In the toughest moments, it’s what drives me forward.
We’re lighting it up back home—pass me the flamethrower!—
While the crowds stream through the underpasses on their way to work.
Whether it’s thirty degrees in the summer heat
Or icy and treacherous in the dead of winter—
This is my district, and this is how it lives.
Amidst the bridges and backwaters,
In the dust where exhaust fumes weigh a ton,
It rings out solid as reinforced concrete—
The roar of my home district.
Amidst the bridges and backwaters,
In the dust where exhaust fumes weigh a ton,
It rings out solid as reinforced concrete—
The roar of my home district.