Текст песни Аукцион - Тоска

Aukcyon - Tosca

City on the sand, the city of sand.
On the sandstone own longing.
Dusty yellow laughter, yellow river,
Yellow house for all the ages.

These towers, and the wall,
Baths, national minorities,
People and clouds -
From the sand.

Wind of change, not a step in polnogi,
Not for these walls - for others.
Yellow submarine, yellow melancholy,
Yellow quarantine - for centuries.

These heads, backs,
The smell of the machine,
Children from far away -
From the sand.

In Baghdad, all is quiet ...
In Baghdad, all is quiet ...

City of sand, long wall.
Construction for centuries we have one.
Cute edge, life here is so easy.
Yellow friends forever.

These flags and thrones,
Rostrum, icons
Made of sand.
Yearning