Текст песни Dikta - Город...

Well, that evening and again I go home,
Headphones in my ears, shaking my head in rhythm
And everything seems beautiful, but in the morning I’m not myself,
Slightly dented, but I'm still alive!
Coming with a fair wind that helps me breathe
What gives me the strength to get back on my feet,
And faith in God helps me survive
Hmm ... yes ... survive!
In these neighborhoods and districts, it looks like an urban type, although there is a chance to rob an official or a banker
And they are unlikely to succeed in profiting from people like us,
But this is the truth of life, what kind of flowers are there?
We are like brothers, we always stick together!
We stand together, we will never disappear!
Now it’s winter, the cities are frozen,
And we are all hanging out on the porches!
Criminal areas of the city of Ulan-Ude,
Often I frighten the inhabitants in the gloomy silence,
And when in the sky, the full moon,
There is no sun above us, but above us a cloud!
Hmm ... yes ... clouds ...