Текст песни Молотов и Почтальон - Не Москва

My city is not / Moscow , but who told you ,
What's cooler here and there are clouds
center lights and shadows on the outskirts of
Sleeping in areas where everyone knows each other
full onklave fly over the houses , you've never seen the sea , driven with us
sound of the surf and the salty breeze of life.
the two of us : Postman and White Misha
Smiling people on here more often than in sorrow
And the cry of gulls woke me in the morning
pour in the morning fresh strong tea
from the heart -salam drgim cities

Well , we live on the buzz Kaifu live in the west
their stories as well, in principle at all
in rainy and German old buildings
I breathe deeply unconscious
Kenik is growing and we are growing with it
I used to have one, blew smoke in a circle
but still the night comes inspiration
even without your psevdoveselya
open every day something new every day shave off his beard beginnings
waiting for spring , winter is already fed up
I live not in Moscow, not wound chalk