Текст песни Ночные снайперы - В этом городе

The sky lives in this city
The sky is three hundred years old, it is tired.
And under the sky is the air from the frost,
And besides with a metallic taste.

Here birds paralyze their wings
And Icarus has nothing to strive for.
New Year comes with an old year -
Nothing can change.

There are blue stars in this sky
There are blue rivers in this sky
And pines are marching under the sky
Lumberjacks are waving axes.

This is where cars get stuck in traffic
Faces ironed with a hangover
Pedestrians fall into the furnace -
Nothing can change.

Steel clouds in this sky
Tears freeze in this sky
And letters don't reach under the sky
And they get there with the label 'late'

Here love is only forty minutes,
Before going to bed, to quickly forget
In the morning they drink cheap coffee here -
Nothing can change

The sky lives in this city
The sky is three hundred years old
The sky was shot in the forehead
But, alas, it did not stop breathing

And under the sky it was just as dirty
It rained, winter, spring and summer
Nothing can change.
Everything is fine - even that.