Lyrics Sozvezdie - Третий Рим

Pulling myself out of bed with difficulty
And not really having time to eat
Without distinguishing the days of the week
Two hundred places late

So until the end and without waking up
With acquired skill
I, having plunged into the metropolis
Becoming a particle of traffic again

Himself crushing, pressing into the mass
Those who did not have time to erase yesterday's makeup
I heat like metal
I melt like plastic
I go through like asphalt
I come through like smoke
Around me the Third Rome

The familiar world of neighborhoods
Where there are traffic jams even in the yards
Where are two tens of millions
Live in square kennels

We are in that sleeping macro-district
There is no need to go to each other
We are connected by a local network
My nickname is Suzuki on that network

Here tomorrow in the tentacles of congestion
Today is cover time
Here at night the roar of motors awakens
Street racers and bikers

Every third inhabitant is a monk here
Here is a transfer station
My city is like a huge market
More precisely, like a big bazaar

And he counts everything without leaving the checkout
But he doesn't know, but he still creates
It's hard as metal
It's brittle like plastic
He's dirty as asphalt
He is bitter as smoke
Third Rome around you

And he counts everything without leaving the checkout
But he doesn't know, but he still creates
It's hard as metal
It's brittle like plastic
He's dirty as asphalt
He is bitter as smoke
Third Rome around you