Текст песни М.А.Р.К. - Грустное солнце

your city suspended in the sky
rain on the wire
What kind of weather
and will be even colder

you have lived here since childhood caressed
barbed wind rose
and you can not escape
from the labyrinth of his yards

sad sun looks tired
the gray clouds of solid urban
sad cry tired the sun
but what else to do while waiting for snow

lazy local gods
for a long time to beat all
sit by the fireplace legs stretched
let everything flows as the flows

a city ruled by the weather
moderately nasty latitudes
a middle-aged Quasimodo
crying all year long

sad sun looks tired
the gray clouds of solid urban
sad cry tired the sun
but what else to do while waiting for snow