Текст песни Группа С.Г. И Музыканты Группы Сектор Газа - Город Мой

Group SG - My Town

Eighth floor, glazed balcony
I lit a goblet and turned on the mafon
Opposite the yard, the boys sit
There's a crack on the guitar
And in the distance a big cathedral glitters
The trees are visible to the stadium
And the factory smokes here
Multicolored smoke, like a conflagration.

Chorus:
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian

Lines of cars on the roads
Someone from the window brakes girls
Homeless people gathered in the backyards
Pouring something in papykhs
In a casino sit, like to play
In karaoke, FUCK is very ill
The guilty are beaten, where the depths are tusk
The musical boom is obscuration.

Chorus:
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian

Eighth floor, glazed balcony
I smoke goby, scream mafon
I stand looking at my city
Will not replace me with any other

Chorus:
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian
My city, your city
Our city is a Eurasian