Текст песни После Одиннадцати - Москва

Persons, surnames, different cases
Insomnia torments poets again
A tough tribute for the fun, for the drunken frenzy

Speed ​​is an escape from boredom on the streets
Thousands of years old Moscow slouches under the houses
Beggars pray, looking at the glow of heat

I observe my biography:
Letters, cassettes, poems, photographs
You come share your mistakes

Music locked in picture discs
She doesn't gravitate there, proud, wild
Tears to the gun with guitars, violins

Don't take me with you
I want so much back
Run from west to east

Will cause new lines
I'm not entirely pleasant
You are unlikely to know about it

People behind the sun queue up
The weaker ones are lost at night
Bars, cocktails, wheels, brothels

Old games, new rules
Old Moscow made you change too
Look what we've done to you

Don't take me with you
I want so much back
Run from west to east

Will cause new lines
I'm not entirely pleasant
It is unlikely that you will talk about it
To know about it

To know about it