Текст песни РисБо - Вулкан

& Quot; Vulcan & quot;

Tightrope walker-light on a tungsten filament,
He runs its course, coming from afar.
The crater of the window of one of the city inhabitants -
Cybernetic lava, you see,
My city - Volcano.

Cans of baked beans
Reincarnate into a glass,
Gaining a more alcohol
After all, I am eternally dissatisfied
Noise-branches fallen overpasses.

People burn in your life rhythm
And I burn with impatience until
An inner voice tells me:
& Quot; You're obviously not a favorite because of Urbana,
So damn the eruption forever. & Quot;

Crimson lava through the vessels is forever
Will overtake heart (it is also a volcano).
And if he will go, in the long run
I could not by themselves thrust home to save me,
Not finding native angle (s) ka.