Текст песни Wassia - Город топят соседи сверху

Thonet lump of gold-domed Moscow, immersed in a wet hell
Rain does not go right, because he is not happy no one!
The blurred our gaze turns the phrase like a hymn:
The darkness came from the Mediterranean and covered Yershalaim.

City drowned neighbors from above: God is taking a shower,
He washes the body flaws of our immortal souls.
City drowned neighbors above clouds of white pandas.
Angels, too hoping for granted, forgetting to close the valve,
Close the tap forget.

City moans in the Iron Mask, he was hamstrung by the cyclone,
Puddles on side streets and highways crush weight of whiskey.
Let the shower all stunned, from the relentless wet neg.
Nothing: it was at the end of the week we are promised snow.