Текст песни Феникс - Мёртвый город

On chrome knitting needles
The sun sets with a glow.
The mountains snoozing in the evening
And around the cold wind.
Beats the machine, rips clothes
Breaks all hopes
Whispers about a city
Where everyone is forever young ...

He calls you with him
He knows the price of a miserable life.
Over the grave
Letters are unlikely.
In the mausoleum, be calm
Under a large granite roof.
Dead city - he is calling you ...

Those who are closer to the road
Mountains-walls, sky-roof
The city beckons
Happy sunset
squeezes without a trace
Ashes to dust, and a body to the earth ...

He calls you with him
He knows the price of a miserable life.
Over the grave
Letters are unlikely.
Night blind greedy mouth
The living flesh tears apart
Dead city - damn you!

Touching only once
Forbidden Walls
The body dries from suffocation
Imperceptibly
Thirst for blood and profit
rules the body
A soul strive into the sky
white bird

Dead city, wind city
City of fear, city of ashes
The day will pass and the sunset is near.
From the grave the voice of a bird
flies into the distance and echoes the wind:
"Dead city, damn you!"