Текст песни ТУРБО ПАЦАНЫ - УРАЛЬСКИЙ ГРЯЗНЫЙ РОК

Light of dirty streets, silent shadows,
The world is husty, friend.
Fogs of factories, broken windows and doors,
So everywhere around.
Tortured voice and gray ribbon
These hundreds of roads.

Light of clean screens, happy faces
All friends and girlfriends.
Silent phones at night on Saturday,
In the mornings, like without hands.
And you know, in vain you walk in a circle,
Every day like autumn leaf

Ural dirty rock

Light of gray entrances, thoughts new buildings
More pleasant days that gone
From month to year all the same roads
And there are no new ways.
Silent shadows
And their - Legions
Well, you are so alone.