Текст песни Наталья Трясцина - Панорамная съемка Перми

Lower your head to evening Kama!
And forget about the simple and everyday drama.
In this city, life is the term.
The prophets are expelled from it by stones.

Morning here begins with a bang.
And there is always a vacant place - at the machine.
There are still places - behind bars in the dungeon,
And the Siberian tract with Dostoevsky is gathering dust.

There are branches of funeral processions underfoot.
And above is a black cross. But they do not see him.
Here the merchant is the most honorable of professions.
But Russian poets are hated here.

They parted in a match - Pozdorov.
From the fact that their homeland is harsh to them.
Fly to Moscow and other countries.
A black cross scratched a wound in the heart.

And the wing of the plane as a symbol of the century.
Like the separation of the planet and man.
Come off in the sky. All higher - higher.
Said goodbye. The farther, the better they hear.