Текст песни Алексей Матов - Живая вода

Inside, instead of the blood of the living water,
From there you can not stand the city?
Decaying stone walls and basements
You hate to captive born.

With the birth of sick concrete plague
With the birth of sick asphalt war
And the wind chasing the cold sheets,
And every summer pluck you ...

...Every summer
Pluck you ...

...Every summer...

For a long time to evaporate the water of life,
And turned to dust of your city:
It does not become cellars and stone walls,
And collapsed, it seemed, asphalt prisoner.

But somewhere inside still gnawing plague
But somewhere in the raging war,
And the wind still drives the sheets,
And every summer pluck you ...

...Every summer
Pluck you ...

...Every summer...