Текст песни Красный Смех - Город

City,
Gilded autumn on domes
Dream
In violent herbs such only dreams at dawn,
And if we go home, like lost children,
We will no longer arrive in it.

Melt
Thousands of shower guiding sleepers,
Hide
High fence without the slightest loophole
City,
What I thought up, and you painted
Watercolor in my stupid dreams.

Can
There will be hands to split from knocking into the gate,
Let in
This is me, I came, open me the doors.
Yes only
The clock will tell me: "Submit documents."
And how do they take in a dream?