Текст песни Цымбал - Город Свободы

Freedom city

The city of unfulfilled hopes surrounded by seas
Lures with heavenly fruits, without hesitation eat
Beckons with colorful screenshots from the back of the cover
While you are looking up, someone from below will trip

The beauty of skyscrapers hides all the vices
Those lessons of life here rejected their "Gods"
Fleeing the past, hoping to find freedom
I thought it could be worse, like looking into the water

The smell of the city mixed soot, lies and lust
This is almost invisible already, because the hands are covered in blood up to the elbows
The sky is covered with leaden clouds, and it does not get better
And that beauty of local species now looks more like a quiet horror

The steam from the mouth dilutes the cold mysticism hanging in the air
Glimpses of the sun behind all this dirt won't show the truth
Even the trees have changed their color either from the season,
Whether from human dust, shackled tightly by "freedom"

City of freedom
Meets sunrises with shadows
City of freedom
Requires its own approaches
Water is separated from real life
This city of fake freedom

City of freedom
Full of dirty work
City of freedom
Generously gives income
Water is separated from real life
This city of fake freedom

And all "freedom" is based on the right to choose
Between life and death of people, however
They pay generously with stacks of Franklins for this case
As long as customers are doing right

Until they themselves become the subject of an order
Can be earned by mixing blood with dirt
So that later there was something to exist normally
So that later there was something to heal your wounds with

In the meantime, life is limited to five districts
By friends, mafia, spies
The scenario of the quest is predetermined and full of events
Even a loved one is an undercover person

Inside the fight between the desire for revenge and the desire for profit
And all this is not so important as long as the loved ones are alive
One day you have to accept the whims of fate
When you have a couple of hundred lives on your conscience