Текст песни Макс Коробов 2008 - Города бетонная трясина

The city is a concrete quagmire
Sucked us into her arms.
We come with you from the store,
where it took so long to choose a dress.

And in my brain the words itched:
"Don't worry about clothing with food."
But to fulfill God in practice
can only a beggar.

And we have a lot of money in our pockets
We'll probably even buy vodka
And probably even a new broom,
And you and me in a frying pan.

We will also buy a TV
It will show you and me this
What Yuri Vizbor used to talk about
He sang songs about the forest sun.

Let's remember about love, in fact.
After all, we once loved, like.
And in my brain the words itched:
"If there is love, it does not pass."