Текст песни 3. Listen Or Talk - Черный город

Around the traffic flows
Shouts, crowds, anger, grave trenches
There's no room here for the wounded in the early days
Running into the empty space, strength to the wind, cigarette smoke

Radar on repeat, many words, little action
Roar, and I will be silent, The battery has run out
Shackles on your arms, not cops but bitches
Higher exchange rates, more fight, less boredom

Horror, the city will sink into the gloomy wilderness,
There are no people here, a dish of an empty soul
Way, everything will disappear before sunrise
God is waiting because you won't be soon

Nothing sacred remained in him,
Do not blurt out anything, do not knock out with a sword,
just a dose of reception, a new threat - will be found in prose
what are we dreaming about? yes so, nothing

What are we silent about, how many people
Choked climbing up
But we are not them, and we have our own world
And this is different from others

What are we silent about
How many centuries, without regret, we fall to the bottom
Although the trump card is in hand,
The game didn't work, the reality became small

Around the grayness, as if mice surround
Thinking at the level of compressed reflexes
With knives we pierce everyone's back
Where is Malevich before our picture

No sparks, only the call of nature
Cold has enslaved, now dictates fashion
More and more blows you get with words
There is no truth in endless excuses

Changeable feature of your luck
The black sketch is crying for you
Why did your watch fly apart
I feel sorry for the one who did not comprehend happiness

Little patience, emotions on edge
You take wrong for granted
What is your conscience? You are weak at your last breath
Feelings drown in inflation of a dark age

There is no salvation in a duel with myself
It's time to forget the word peace
Your eyes are covered with a film of death
Since I got to the black city, in its net