Текст песни Бесядовский - Город просыпается

The city falls asleep, mafia wakes up.
Against sleep again coffee with blueberry Madfin.
A line behind the line, like text, but is called fan fiction.
The light from Batiscopa stretches, which floats in smoothly,
The stamps are not visible in moreantly, distracts thinking today about the main thing.
In a dark alley, a swarker walks the figure,
he is in fear since the morning, leaving the minibus, met the idea,
Looking at hundreds of cakes.
And if the city wakes up, Mafia is configured (3 times)