Текст песни РисБо - Украденный сон

The city looks more charged in the evening
Showcases with sunset dazzle.
Along a street inlaid with lanterns
It was raining. And I walked, but a little faster.

The crowd was running somewhere.
I noticed the old man that as a question mark is concave,
And despite the rain, he read a book.
The arms of the door attracted me to either the bar or the pub.
Light nervously hiccuped in the windows
Like winking at me.

But I walked by as if I knew
That I needed this particular sign.

Strange but how
Explain that I need a pit stop.
My ballid is the third day without sleeping on my feet.
And now, the city is falling asleep. Curiosity wakes up.

***

The old man threw me: "I do not blame you for mistakes.
You hear the laughter that bypassing everyone
Runs from the farthest street
To the nearest avenue?
So this is a city. He, my dear, never sleeps.

His lights are only embers
Which time machines are already full of tank.
The once-stone jungle
Today is a human zoo.

You think
It’s all about nobody come true.
We are endorphins that have passed through the saphenous veins of the catacomb -
Metro children, harbingers of variable winds.

But this city is alive after all the wounds.
He is glad to see the orange sun in the morning,
What illuminates the transparency of faces,
Energizing these zeros.

Then insomnia and the era began.
A man leads us into the distance
Two white on a wide gray -
The urban epidermis is asphalt.

This biped anthill
He knows no peace, rendering chaos with interest.
Caught criminals summing up,
Forgets that the main thief among them

The city does not know closed eyes-windows,
She doesn’t know what silence is by ear.
But he knows the screams, the sound of broken glasses,
Placers of coins desired.

But all the money is not enough to pay
And bring back the sweet dream to the cities
For them he is a myth, a legend in the flesh
From which not to tear the desired piece.

I don’t blame you for mistakes.
You hear the laughter that bypassing everyone
Runs from the farthest street
To the nearest avenue?
So this is a city. He, my dear, never sleeps. "