Текст песни Тесно - 04. Крошка-город

Tiny Town

D. Moseykin - V. Alehno

There is no right or guilty,
Just as the people of the city.
I am a fool born winged,
In the cage locked forever.
Do not look at that gray - I'm young,
Hands warm - I'm alive.
I had a gift - city
Little city is always with me.

I spent the night with me in the doorways,
Peel rain out of my hand.
I thought: it is not touched.
But he was suddenly seized
And as a monument to eternal torment
Amid the gray sands Morea
To my mind stretching hands
Bleeding cities.

Do not pre-shared role:
Who is negligible, and who is great.
Based on the forgotten pain
Again writes rain draft.
City of memory and sorrow,
Not able to speak.
White cape behind your shoulders.
Come on. You're going to smoke?