Текст песни Пол Читает Смита - Старый город

Soon in the old town will be light,
Soon in the old town will be April,
And then the bridge wet from tears.
Everyone was waiting for you, but you did not come!

Sunday will not be, there will be an eternal Shabad,
Sit into your last boat, and go back!
Close your numerical module, last scary zero,
If you are tired of infinity formulas, at night and day!

Haih-hippie, yap, shamans, shpana.
Olive branches, whisper Gautama - from this head hurts!
The Krasnashki Priest at the Analogy zadorly speaks about the spring!
Everyone was waiting for you, but did not wait - and we all turned out to be ... (Nowhere)!

Cunning creatures for cinnabars, repent of the grooked floor -
Perhaps it is better to talk about the product, or simply push the injection?
Roadside whores, voluptuously embarrassed, the tricks talk about love -
What can you?
Well, what can you!?
Explain to me and let go!

Soon in the old town will be light,
Soon in the old town will be April ......