Текст песни Пашка - Город, где главная площадь ничтожно мала

City where the main square is negligible ,
On the scale of its surrounding the square meters ...
And if able to take off by a gust of wind ,
Turned into a soulless pile of stones and glass.

City , whose voice is void under the stars in a whisper ,
Where ideas are strung , like on a thread on a second,
And the sounds of a guitar sound without end six-string ,
It seems as if all around - not serious .

But this nullity , except pans creator
There is a plan , timeless paper and century .
Here a person granted themselves - Man ...

In a small town - a very big heart .