Текст песни Кирилл Огурцов - Урбанистический драйв

Dark glasses of sunglasses -
you can't see me behind them.
Dark windows of half-closed pupils -
you can't see me behind them.
Anger and joy have merged and are waiting
when Bacchus wakes up.
Bondage and rage have taken away the feather beds and wait
when Bacchus wakes up.
There is a dark, gloomy, huge city,
which is fraught with revenge.
In a bright, cozy, welcoming city, there is (is),
which is fraught with revenge.

I never liked cities
But I like, I like, I like
Trees on the roofs of concrete houses.
There is something in this!
There is something in this!

Strong hands shake upon sensing an object
dull and heavy.
Strong legs carry everything from above to the light
dull and heavy.
Anger and joy shine from the windows of the pupils
shouting "Hurray!"
Slave rage torments the feather beds of the gods
shouting "Hurray!"
I swear dirty
I swear dirty
I swear dirty
And on the run!
And I would never come back here
But I like, goddamn like,
How asphalt eats away
rainwater.
There is something in this!
There is something in this!

Dark glasses of sunglasses ...