Текст песни Моды - город

City on the palm of the sun in the sleeve
That in the rain he was drowning, the blue
You can touch the sky hand
You can plunge into them with your head
Endlessly falling star
No sense in that, as always
Wind sweep on the night of the fragments of words
And ten thousand unnecessary dreams

Chorus
My city is waiting for heat and wrapped in fog
Neon Fire cuts the darkness
I'm going back in the morning on an empty yards
I know you do not sleep, and I'll come to you

I did not heaven, I did not earthly
Under the feet of the abyss, over the past smoke
Falling at dawn, in the morning mist
Catching inspiratory beam boom

Chorus