Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - Мой город

My city
Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Every night I close my city
From sharp claws, teeth, predatory glances
From skinny, hungry knives, arrows and guns
Those who scream and screech in darkness

My city may seem abandoned to you
My city may seem empty to you
But he will not open up to unsolved looks
He will not open to slanting eyes
'Cause the city is so fragile, helpless, brittle
Take it in your hands scatter right there

And you are very bright, you are very sonorous
Walk the streets with one gentle sound

You will be a note high and clean
You will be a sound through the walls of silence
Trembling, colorless airflow
The river in my city, blood, movement, flight, breath

Try to carry my city in the palms
Color is drowning in its infinity
My city can ruin the rustle
After all, in the heart of the city there is no blood

Dry rivers, still air
Walls of silence, sand and ice
He is waiting for your easy steps careful
He is waiting for your easy steps, wary
He is waiting, waiting, he is waiting and waiting ..