Текст песни Артур Апатик - Доброе утро

I was brought up, you know, streets and songs,
While the sky is laitting in asphalt mold.
Where to go? Roads are sewn to the soles,
Plus I once again got under the rain fucking.

He will fill his eyes that I could cry again.
When I might god is ready for any dirty.
My city is in the power of the deformity of stones.
Heh. Illusion of love and bench-motel ...

These black rivers are taking the souls.
So much communication, but we are no longer friends.
Raped Kai Queen Snezhny
While our gerd in the blizzard was lazy.

And the last hero after all died today
Yes, broken by a barefoot under drunk he is anthem.
Good morning, country, new today
Day. And at the beginning there will be a word.