Текст песни Черт Илья - Задыхается город в табачном дыму

(Veronica & quot; Istwin & quot; Prozorova)

Suffocating city in tobacco smoke,
Rubbing score of burning eyes.
Drops his body rotten grass -
Survive as he lived in this pool can not be!

Rasklyuyut dumps vultures flesh,
Vyzhrut heart-station; with decrepit lived wires
Current will flow out and chop the body,
And explode stomach screaming homeless and widows.

This city has soured, this city chilled;
Rotten smell flows from collapsed roofs.
He strangled endless loop roads:
His wheezing, ear to the tracks, hear!

Here are the last refuge of crows,
And it will never come to this world
The souls of those whose body they eagerly peck ...
They would sooner go, choose the right size ...

City of the Dead, he hounded and smog, and ice;
He stayed like cardboard, the flying skyward;
He trampled by the crowd as big boots,
That at the entrance erased inscription & quot; Stop! & Quot;