Текст песни SOZVEZDIE - Третий Рим

Hardly having fallen from bed
And really not having time to eat
Not distinguishing days
Filing in two hundred places

So to the end and not waking up
With an acquisitive snorkeeper
I, in the megalopolis dipping
Again becoming a tube particle

Himself wild, indulging in mass
Those who asked did not have time to wipe yesterday
I warm like metal
I melt as plastic
I remember as asphalt
I penetrate through as smoke
Around me the third Rome

The usual world of microdistrics
Where traffic jams even in the courtyards
Where are two tens of millions
Live in square conees

We are in that macrorayon sleeping
There is no need to go to each other
We are the network connected with local
My nickname shipping on that network

Here tomorrow in the tentacles of congestion
Today is the time of Caverov
Here at night there will be a roar of motors
Strittraisers and bikers

Here every third inhabitant of ink
Here is a transplant station
My city is like a huge market
More precisely as a big bazaar

And he considers everything without departing from the cash register
And he does not know, but still creates
It is hard as metal
He brittle like plastic
He is dirty like asphalt
He is bitterly like smoke
Around you the third Rome

And he considers everything without departing from the cash register
And he does not know, but still creates
It is hard as metal
He brittle like plastic
He is dirty like asphalt
He is bitterly like smoke
Around you the third Rome