Текст песни Сабина Пен - Город

Eight in the morning, fourth day
Can't fall asleep in the gloom of evil
Blue forget-me-nots withered in a pot
And pours out the window a gray smoke

Breaking into a general brawl
Already at half past eight
Hurries to the damn stop
Workforce of the damned plant

They are waiting for a salary for a month,
Do you dream to hang yourself in this city?
You're crazy in this city
It's like the whole city is a prison

Eight pm, people from work
Hurry to catch dinner sooner
It’s like they are waiting for the Sabbath,
To get drunk and get old

They understand that this is not pleasant,
Work and home are tied with chains
Already at half past eight,
They said goodbye to dreams so long ago

They are waiting for a salary for a month,
Do you dream to hang yourself in this city?
You're crazy in this city
It's like the whole city is a prison

And in the morning, trying not to come out of sleep
They want to break the windows and jump out,
Set fire to your furniture, scream in the mirrors
To burn this city to the ground