Текст песни Рудя - Мысли вслух 2013 - 1. Ночной порт

Night city lights narrow streets broken roads
in this port city only few sleep now
everyone is fussing everywhere you are boiling get used to it Vladik
be careful man the cops are firing from behind
mountains and hills always sleep here in the fog
someone without money and someone cannot cope with rubles
everything is not natural here everything seems to be random
in a city where nothing is exactly
the authorities grab all money for themselves and, moreover, immodestly
gray tones of the streets of gray life are monotonous
everyone needs money here, of course
living conditions here are a huge problem
Ships only let smoke into the sky
Flags at half-mast I know you see it
On the way home, only a solid advertisement
There is a lot of rubbish in a city where it seems

In the city of 2010, now everyone has only hope for the same
but this is a duck guy money because they will rake in everything themselves
ships enter the port the city sleeps gloomily
Everyone knows what is going on here because the power is transparent
Lie one lie everyone forgot about trust
a city that lived on cars seemed to fly off the assembly line
no one believes anyone, everything is hidden behind iron doors
and in this new era there are only one loss
ruins obscure the sea view
but anyway it will be better I believe soon
dust from the road helps to close our eyes to problems
the true port is the official emblem
unfortunate cities for those who are simply unlucky
if you go in a car then turn up the music
let everyone from all cities know
this is vladivostok city one of the russian ports