Текст песни Гр. Полухутенко - Город

As light as day and as clear as winter
But summer and night.
And the walls of houses still preserve a certain look of that
How it should be inside.
On a weak time inhale
And exhale somehow.
Rudeness and tenderness, all the best for children.

From seeds of things to acorns of teeth
Slowly but nervously
Metaphors crush each other
Afraid to be late.
It remains to put a plus over each grave
And then sift the network.
And I can't cope, but I carry on.

I give you something, and you tell me: "I need something ..."
I give you something, and you tell me: "I need something ..."
I give you something, and you tell me: "I need something ..."
I give you something, and you tell me: "something needs to be changed"

As light as day and as clear as winter
But summer and night.
And the walls of houses still preserve a certain look of that
How it should be inside.
On a weak time inhale
And exhale somehow.
Rudeness and tenderness, all the best for children.