Lyrics Кэст - Город

This city squeezes to the last drop
This city makes stepping on a rake
When the floor of the state treasury is plundered
Make sour faces that we're all right

Do not be considered carrion here bluff city throws all here
After all, whoever is stronger here is the one who drives up
Building without interference without prejudice
It’s almost unrealistic here not to become a bitch

Among the copies of parallels draw a border
How to stay here, well, purely from the principle
Throw your dreams of becoming a prince valiv on panamera
Become at least a little bit older at least

Appreciate everything you have and not be a copy of the clones
Do something your own and not someone else's take with a bias
That you were an exception and not a sheep in the pen
Well, there’s one in a million

This city is covered in smoke. This city is draining into the crowd.
Here only strong Here only strong
Will float up

And your life was divided by seconds
drugs alcohol why do you need to be smart
It’s much easier to control the crowd.
More precisely, the rams (that) were sent to the corral

These are not people zombie crowd of insane
Internet contact mind chained to the urn
Do not find souls one lived ashes
Among the concrete dust, there are no people

Thoughts on the wind mchi on the avenues
Only Voices spectrum remained in my memory
This is the wrong vector among the wrong
veins are opened in dim porches

And what remains is only a shell
The city turns into a monster at night
Narcotics Club Clone Replicas
When does it end we leave the corral