Текст песни Арик Крупп - Городское утро

The cry of tin cockerels -
This is the Stop command,
And into the blackness of the wall
Dream pictures are leaving.

Either the trunks of two birches,
Or maybe two pines
Very own, to tears.
It is a pity that the dreams are leaving.

The darkness is driven out of the rooms.
The city rises in a hurry
Listens to the city "Mayak",
Drinks hot coffee.

Transport native curse,
Will find a hundred evil words
The city is in the grip of the day
People are at the mercy of dreams.

There are so many people
Oh, how cramped, cramped.
And the day grows
From unseen dreams.

A day to build houses
Day to cook dinner
A day to catch happiness
Or fall from troubles.

A day to build houses
A day to be everywhere
It may be happiness to catch
Or surrender to trouble.
Or surrender to trouble.