Текст песни Тим Скоренко - Город грехов

SIN CITY
  Karine Shainyan and Giraffe-in-Scarf

When freedom of speech prevails,
When it becomes painful to look at the sky,
They will sit down in their canteens,
The queens will jump on the podium,
   Bypassing the activity of television,
   Quite unexpected and inappropriate
   The sad keeper of the world will come
   In the last car, in an empty reserved seat.

It will pass on the platform, on the sly,
In the station buffet, order tea,
A man in a shabby coat of drapes,
Who is hardly here who meets,
   Put their knapsacks on the ground,
   Without chatting and getting acquainted,
   Ink pen in a thin notebook
   He will draw his last comic,

        Like mr miller
        Your Sin City,
        Mixes with dust
        Familiar gods
        But for God's sake -
        What am I wrong in?
        Come off the notebook
        Killer Marv ...

In his black and white imagination
The titans of sin will come together,
And the shooter will be a corner of the target,
And the ruler will become a wretched shadow
   The world is divided into "bad" and "worst"
   While remaining so beautiful:
   Hardly you wash your soul in the shower
   When he created your soul dirty,

        Like mr miller
        Own Sin City
        Crazy style
        For centuries.
        Show famously
        Whatever
        Baby miho
        With your sword.

Finishing your difficult job
The keeper will forget the notebook on the counter,
Dragging a terrestrial body into a reserved seat
Settle down to sleep on a worn bed
   And quietly disappear in the darkness of the tunnel,
   No more worrying about the future ...
   Believe me, buddy, it won't be a week
   How someone will find his main comic.

        And Mr. Miller,
        And Sin City -
        Everything will become true:
        Tell me, are you ready?
        Dancing nancy
        With a whip in hand,
        The world is too small
        And we - scribbles on the sand ...
        Well, do we all - doodles in the sand? ...