Текст песни SayMeow - Солнечный Город

Autumn snow asphalt priporoshil,
my city loves to gut, it's the ruling hucksters,
the price of the issue is to live square arshin to arshin,
and I'm savvy as the left nokia is stitched,

until I know what I'm looking for there,
but he clung to these streets as a shell in his native mollusk,
and I smile because of that with a squint,
that the sun is shining in the city of broken chandeliers,

Same it is strange?
I sometimes want to laugh through the howl,
it's weird?
my illuminated city has plunged into the darkness of dozens of villages,

Here they shine with discs cast, vertu-ksivami,
In my district, I have a taxi dreary,
And the windows smell of luxury and poverty,
here someone cheeks stuffs, and someone has a penis behind his cheek,

And I do not need a chorus here,
to say that Na-Don-Rostov, the capital on the same river,
here they all go, race and run,
finish Chatsky at the ball,

Full of decent people, like decent bastards,
and half of the peasants meet the Indian summer in skirts,
and at night the lanterns that shine are rare,
not strange, because in the city of the sun the electrician swelled ...

Thousands of tons of iron and concrete,
people get lost, wander, soon drown,
the role of one emotion from the world to pogroms,
indifferent to this bright flow of fathons,

In the morning the snot starts,
I protect the eyes with glasses from the luminary by day,
And the evening by the way is not even dull,
because a lot of butterflies fly to the signals from the moon,

I'm DENIED BY RUBLE, MILITARY,
THE SUN IS SHINING, BUT IT DOES NOT WARM,
AND RECENTLY KILLED THE SPIRIT AND HAD THE CELSIUS,
Have not SAVED M-U-S-O-R-A, SAVE THE P-O-L-I-C-E-Y-S-K-YO-E?

let's shake hands firmly ...
yesterday 15 million met the dawn in the capital and without measure in the cap ...