Текст песни Крематорий - Чемодан президента - Город Солнца

In the city of the sun like a home for pregnant women
With each passing day becoming thicker
Many people are so similar to their dogs
And I like the dogs

And there are those that have turned into golden calves
Flying business class to death
And sometimes I fly with them, and then I go to the bottom
And all around, they find it a farce

And maybe left a little good angels
And it so happened that my heart was
Stone, stone, stone,
Stone, stone, stone ...

The city is full of sun accidents and sick children
And the tears they parents do not spend
And sometimes I can be sorry for them, but only so long
As long as I get paid for it

So there can be a good little angels
So it happened that my heart was
Stone, stone, stone,
Stone, stone, stone ...