Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Темиртау

Mountains on the left, mountains on the right,
In the midst - Temirtau,
In the middle - the house is old,
In the middle - I am with a guitar.
Somewhere on the side of people go,
Something is looking for and find.
Well I sit in the middle,
Like a mouse in a blank basket.

From above - damp, bottom - dirty,
In the middle - ugly,
My body and soul
For a soul - no penny.
Not even what to get drunk
And in the next house to fall,
And stand in the middle
Like a horse in the store.

Well, at home someone asks,
Where is it, they say, devils are worn? -
In Temirtau in the middle
I, like a hole in the picture ...