Текст песни КЕЙН - Мегаполис

Wake up, metropolis,
Turn off the consecration .
Morning sky opens ,
It is a sleepy Monday.
Phone, keys , wallet,
Will be found along the way .
Neither wasting a minute ,
driving phoning someone.

Chorus:
It seems to be next to us ,
without stopping by.
And no it does not matter
people live in their cars.

Hundreds of thousands of traffic lights,
Controls the movement .
You and I are so used ,
Succumb to their decision.
Confused all plans ,
someone was late for an appointment .
At the radio station ,
you hear this song.