Текст песни Appostl - Родной город

Balcony smoke from cigarette Midnight Peter
God how to straighten it is steeper
Under the sky a bronzavoy sunset paddle
Under legs concrete where 23 floor
At an altitude of more than 100 meters x2

Here it is not who will not distract me for sure
Here I can see my hometown
Sit longer think about someone
And I know that everything should be smooth

Okolva as if my personal hinework ideas
It is still on my shoulders and cooks normally
And then it is necessary to continue to continue
More time means more interesting

I do it may not do how it should be
And let this song will pass as the train Red Arrow
Of course I would like more mileage
But for now, Peter Moscow will please me

Somewhere two kasaska hidden in theft
And some of my sweatshirts with the kapicon them
Maybe I am a blowing away but it will definitely be later
Because I and without them are very good

In thoughts, fog and blows a drinking dope
The wind gently breaks the leaves from the trees
I think about those whom I think faithful
And so smoothly light a cigarette

Balcony smoke from cigarette Midnight Peter
God how to straighten it is steeper
Under the sky a bronzavoy sunset paddle
Under legs concrete where 23 floor
At an altitude of more than 100 meters x2

I sit and look here on concrete mountains
Not in all houses this hour quiet sounds of beggar
And somewhere heard the cries of the baby because of their litter
And someone is something for some hour in bulbs

In my city, white nights and a bright moon
Pigeons and birds from metal are circling over it
Life reflect in my clock
And I'm all trying to slow her

But while I can forget about the bustle of this
After all, I forget about everyone when I look ahead
And in my dreams just what I need to know
And I love this all my hometown for it.