Текст песни Yanix - Москва

Chorus:
Traffic jams, construction, the metropolis is suffocating,
Something sickening, I'll leave in the morning.
Later, for some reason, again
She makes me come back -

Moscow, come back to me.
Moscow. Moscow.

It's cold here, it's expensive,
I too often want to leave the city, without any reason,
Baby, come on, tell me, Yan, Jani, until soon, to soon,
Without thinking twice, I took a ticket in one direction,
I got it into my head that I should start with a new one.

On each street sold-out,
Perhaps I will press the floor gas,
Roads in the holes, the wheelbarrow shakes,
Like a train riding a hundred an hour.

I'll die in this traffic jam, madhouse,
I'm too late, that's all.
I'm wicked like a wolf,
And I just need a glass of bourbon.

There's the right, the left, the back, the dirt everywhere,
I messed up the new Kelvin Klein.
Someone now and then burns us,
These people always ruin the buzz.

Sometimes I need to be,
As far as possible, in the field of vision of superfluous eyes.
How many hundreds of times have I said to myself:
& quot; Do not go back! & quot;