Текст песни Западный Фронт - Весна в Гонконге

Strange today Spring
Eyewitnesses come down the roofs
Wine wandered all our fault
And the weather inside is constantly worth
From half liters and above

Today in my city Spring came
Winter drowned in darkness
And I go proudly through the streets of the city
Cities on a white hill
And I carry my word like a knife
Complying with spiritual hernia
I still have not learned to put up
With what I hate
This city is like nine grams of lead
He sits in my liver
But I love him like a native father
And gently call Hong Kong

Dirt and flowers, kisses and fights
Knife in the hands of a child
But this is not Chechnya and not Chicago
It's just spring in hong kong

Looking for daily pork
I used to die young
But how many times I do not die
I intend to stay alive
After all, you still want to die
It happened that I am among them
We need to have time to cut the livestock
Bastards on earth
Yes, sometimes this city is like a Masochist's dream
But someone he gives wings
Here they live in Gevara Socrates Monte Cristo
In the dungeons of local Bastilly

Flying with happiness flashes
And runs over to you
But this is not Las Vegas and not Paris
It's just spring in hong kong

But try to break down at least a piece of happiness
To soul from happiness
How will the cops immediately come
Call your understanding and choose
Population since childhood got used to
Live in a state of coma
And looking at all kinds of cattle
I fear for friends and acquaintances
One this city has shown to death
Another caught in a loop
And falling asleep I dream to see in the morning
Alive those who I love

Some receive awards
Other only funerals
But this is not a battle near Stalingrad
It's just spring in Hong Kong. .