Текст песни Ro.B - А над городом - ночь.

And over the city - night, and some inexperienced God
Descended his cards and waits for who would pray.
Maps lie [Maps lie forty thousand centuries]
The city is sleeping, and sleeping such beautiful faces.

And above the city - we [on some floor]
We are at the level of God, but we are not disclosed as cards.
The city of Star, like any earthly cliché,
The city is monumental nanizan on the Axis of Carta.

And above the city - night ...

And above the city - God, he does not believe in the canons of science,
His kings between the fingers are spinning in a merril!
The city of Star, he is - just the creation of the earth,
And any earthly one becomes dead.

And above the city we occupy our floors,
and we want to believe in something that is just not false
We are together, we will believe each other and live,
Because the city with God has not yet developed ...

And above the city - night ...
(c) Sola Monova