Текст песни Каравелла - Город

City (2003)

I want unnoticed to get out of the house
And without meeting any of the acquaintances,
Go to the native alley
Prospectum and Caucuscam

I will see the native city
He is not old and not young
And although he is deadly sick
Will survive from us any

I will hear the porch peres
I overheard the argument of traffic lights
But today there are no moves
Behind the back of draws

I want to see the light of native windows
Without him I probably die
Without him I probably die
Like a flower in a vase dried

poems, Alexander Chernov,
Music, Maxim Suchin, Alexander Kozhuhaev