Текст песни Андрей Ковалев - В нашем городе

Cools , dry summers ,
The yellow frame tired moon.
Our love was lost somewhere ,
In the gorge silent emptiness.

And passers- by go
Indifferently hurry home.
Cruel world of beautiful windows,
Hit ragged string.

Chorus:
In our city there is no rain .
In our city there is no you .
In our city there is no love .
And we were only dreams.

On posters strange faces ,
The bitter smell of forgotten colors.
Someone love random bird
Beating on the glass of our dreams .