Текст песни Всеслав - Город в котором построили ГОК

Broken motives
Skewed houses ...
Were they beautiful
Do they have enough words ...
To express disgust,
To fleeting hobbies ...
Do they have enough insights,
Are they in the right direction ...

An area like a brain tumor,
Compresses the city in a hoarse frost ...
Echoes come down the rods
Broken streets in the past ....

The musicians played on the embankment,
There were fountains from "Prokofiev" ....
But behind the spray again robberies,
The one in the field of his blood ...
They spit on our homeland,
The ringing of coins was silenced by our calls ...
But we ourselves reduce the bridges,
Thinking of all the big motives ...

A cold west wind,
We tried to learn how to love ...
In a step of almost a meter
About that we were forbidden to live.

Pigeons over head fall down
It must have been someone's dream,
Downed someone's whim
Was washed away by a miass ...
Overhead red ashes,
A drugged voice comes from the area
"What about the children?"
This is already reality and not news ...
Without unnecessary shouts of the soul,
Without unnecessary blood written lines ...
Melting with the rays of the setting sun
The city in which the mine was built.