Lyrics Алексей Костюшкин - Город между завтра и ночью
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Видишь, эти улицы застыли на века и никуда не приведут.
Видишь, эти площади окутала тоска - на них не пляшут, не поют.
Видишь, эти вороны кружат над головой и Берендею ждёт война.
Слышишь, как по краю нарастает волчий вой - похоже, городу хана.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
Хочется и колется, и что-то не даёт, и сердце будто в кулаке.
И бежит из города потерянный народ почти без мыслей, налегке.
Солнечные зайчики покинули дома и разлетелись по лесам.
Город был красавчик, нынче в городе тюрьма и виноват наш город сам.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
Ты меня прости, я не хотел тебя терять, но я теряю сам себя.
Выбились из сил и не сумели ни поднять ни даже просто разглядеть.
На застывших улочках, в осунувшихся окнах, на замёрзших площадях
Нету ни души, лишь кто-то странный и смешной, ещё пытающийся петь.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
Открываю окна, в них колотится луна, ища приют от пустоты.
Улицы намокли и по улице идёшь одна оставшаяся ты.
Приходи ко мне, мы вместе выйдем на балкон,
Чтобы зажать ветра в горсти.
Город издаёт протяжный вымученный стон -
Коль сможешь, город нас прости.
Город,
Между правдой и ветром,
Между завтра и ночью,
Город,
Между ложью и светом,
Между болью и строчек
В городе как-то не очень,
Не очень. Не очень...
You see, these streets are frozen for centuries and will not lead anywhere.
You see, these squares are enveloped in melancholy - they do not dance or sing on them.
You see, these crows are circling overhead and Berendey is in for a war.
You hear a wolf howl grows along the edge - it looks like the city of the khan.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
I want to and inject, and something does not give, and my heart seems to be in a fist.
And the lost people flee from the city almost without thoughts, light.
The sunbeams left the houses and scattered through the forests.
The city was handsome, now the city is a prison and our city itself is to blame.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
Forgive me, I didn't want to lose you, but I am losing myself.
We were exhausted and could not lift or even just make out.
In the frozen streets, in the sunken windows, in the frozen squares
There is not a soul, only someone strange and funny still trying to sing.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
I open the windows, the moon is pounding in them, seeking shelter from emptiness.
The streets are wet and you are walking down the street alone.
Come to me, we will go out to the balcony together,
To hold the wind in handfuls
The city publishes a drawn-out, tortured groan -
If you can, forgive us the city.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
You see, these squares are enveloped in melancholy - they do not dance or sing on them.
You see, these crows are circling overhead and Berendey is in for a war.
You hear a wolf howl grows along the edge - it looks like the city of the khan.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
I want to and inject, and something does not give, and my heart seems to be in a fist.
And the lost people flee from the city almost without thoughts, light.
The sunbeams left the houses and scattered through the forests.
The city was handsome, now the city is a prison and our city itself is to blame.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
Forgive me, I didn't want to lose you, but I am losing myself.
We were exhausted and could not lift or even just make out.
In the frozen streets, in the sunken windows, in the frozen squares
There is not a soul, only someone strange and funny still trying to sing.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...
I open the windows, the moon is pounding in them, seeking shelter from emptiness.
The streets are wet and you are walking down the street alone.
Come to me, we will go out to the balcony together,
To hold the wind in handfuls
The city publishes a drawn-out, tortured groan -
If you can, forgive us the city.
City,
Between the truth and the wind
Between tomorrow and the night
City,
Between lies and light
Between pain and lines
The city is somehow not very good,
Not really. Not really...