Текст песни СИБИРСКИЙ ШЕЛКОПРЯД - 01 - В городе мрачном

The city gloomy

Iron jungle savages raise
New slaves of the old instinct
Do not pull the hand pasta animals
They gnawed them to the bone

In the city a gloomy , in shelter scum
Inflammation minds perverted fantasies
The walls are damp and obsharkannyh buildings -
It has become a haven for God's creatures .

They came together : people, cars
The top of the reinforced concrete structures
Require blood , the flesh asks bread
But the thing anyway stretches to the sky .