Текст песни Семиаза - Мой город похож на...

My city is similar to the Pripyat
Frosty autumn morning,
Where wind skinny nag
Breathe dry frost.

My city is sick with influenza,
It always goes barefoot
And see how the sky is crying,
And he does not hide the tears,

And sudorgi beats eternal ...
And it seems that I have already
Itself, like mud, stuck,
By the soles of his bare feet.

When the sun rises,
Bessharfnuyu warm neck -
My city is similar to the Pripyat,
With the death of the gray plait!

The streets are cold lime,
Day puts reprise icon ...
I whisper to him - "Thank you,
Overwhelmed by anguish Eden! "

My city is similar to the Pripyat,
My City - a ghost,
Swim in it the three-eyed fish,
Only a part of the
ecosystems ...