Текст песни Телевизор - Город

I breathe in the smell of the streets, I breathe in the noise of the wheels.
My pier ...
I breathe the leaden sky in the expectation of pure stars
At night.
Among the bizarre plexuses of our destinies is my spring.
Everything in you ...
I hear how the walls breathe, I ask for their words,
To sing.

I wander along the gray threads, the moon whisper is my servant.
The night is bright ...
I look into the faces of a human at random -
Mirrors.
For the alarm of generations I see a new dream city.
All in one...
I play in this rhythm, I'm tuned in unison
With this dream.