Текст песни C-File - Дети Бетона

We are all small children of wet concrete.
Reception or family
We stand on the platform in the city of N
Where everything is essentially alien

Street wolves and dogs gateways
All from birth looks sick
The fact that the dust is filled with asphalt
That forever hungry wicked

Our life as a dump road -
Everything passes between the heaps of waste
We are accustomed to every threshold.
Learn about new adversities

Only people pass by
Indifferent sheltered gray
Hiding souls in a veil of smoke
Not willing to notice mature

In the heart of granite dust
In among the thousands of running feet
Where souls have long cooled
Snowflake god freezes

The city sleeps, for the whole day he namayalsya
... ??? ... by concrete walls
And passersby do not bow
Before the elements with cold winds

The nest settled down
Finally I shall breathe a sigh of relief.
Why do we rest in concrete
And we consider metals as salvation

What bears this time is harsh
Why do we bow to him
When trying to learn something new
We are lost in the darkness of the universe

Only people pass by
Indifferent sheltered gray
Hiding souls in a veil of smoke
Not willing to notice mature

In the heart of granite dust
In among the thousands of running feet
Where souls have long cooled
Snowflake god freezes