Текст песни Ватрушкин, стихи Алины Серегиной - Наш город, дернувшись, затих

Our city, rugging, subsided
Tired of rock and symphony,
And you wrote me like a verse,
In the draft on the phone.

Did you think Kai You or Gray?
Assol I, Gerda? Or either.
You squeezed me in the door,
And I fell on Verlibr.

You took poets for an example,
You took the poets
And angry if my size
In no way fit into the string.

And you got lost
And started me first
And I drank cold tea
Waiting for arrival and missed.