Текст песни Штрих - Мой Город Покрыли Морщины

I am going to the street, smoothly check a step.
Good will not forget, good in our hearts.

Mr. Marshemurting, forever rushing somewhere.
Throw down aside a joke, but Satira is now good.

Buses rushing past, hastily lost away,
Like the Earth, huge globes, people leave in dust.

And I go for no reason
Step somewhere there
My city covered wrinkles, but there are also cities.