Текст песни AleX Naumov - Мертвый город

This city bears the imprint of a curse
The golden lights are covered with dust.
The city smothers the dream in a hot embrace
Tramples unstable wings like a stone sleep!
And on the street there is dirt and commercial air
This air entered our lungs greedily.
And over the city there is night and thorny stars,
That treats us pretty cool!

This city is on the bones of suicide
Without a path, it has boundaries.
This city is open for guests and birds,
And a grave for those who risked being born here!
All roads lie like rusty rings
And on the walls there are words and bloodstains
And over the city there is a day and a rough sun,
Which is pretty cool for us!

I envy those who have never been here
To those who broke free and will not come back,
And over the city there is smoke and a blurry sky
Which is pretty cool for us! P.S. Yuri Shabykin