Lyrics Басота - Мой друг

There is vanity behind the glass.
Though now drop everything, fly away at least wherever.
The rain is pouring.
In Moscow to seek silence, -
How to look for the human in the cops.
The city in speed, in the crush;
In traffic, the ambulances step on the pedal,
The sound of sirens, the light of flashing lights.
On the right lane is a gray sedan,
There are piles of metal on the roads.
Inside the biomass with foam at the mouth,
The fight and curse will end - scandals,
Ssory for the spoller, lads.
Such a way, though not so life.
Ladies fuckin 'brain, guys poop,
Here for one or two, they’ll take everything into their hands,
Tearing from pockets, like cats from a table.
Children are meaner than dogs, playing full contact.
Teens here do not see further than the computer.
Try to take the iPad from the child.
They can not be torn from these arcades.
Survived in suits, the one who was on the cards.
Instead of cork plans, instead of a plan, sartal.
Yes, so be it, at least not a mess.
Two, zero, one, six - the city of Moscow.

Angelina Rai: (x2)
These are gray everyday life.
And we are all in one ship.
Who will show that path to me.
Souls freeze, but the city is my friend.