Текст песни Appostl - Родной город

Balcony Cigarette Smoke Midnight Peter
God how I like it is the baddest heart
A bronze shroud of sunset under the sky
Concrete underfoot where is the 23rd floor
Above 100 meters X2

There is no one here who will not distract me, I know for sure
Here I can see my hometown
Sit a little longer to think about someone
And I know that everything should be smooth

Gololva is like my personal generator of ideas
She is still on my shoulders and cooks normally
So we must continue to continue for sure
More time means more fun

I do it, maybe not as it should, but as I can
And let this song pass like a red arrow train
Of course I would like more mileage
But while Peter Moscow will please me

Somewhere farther in the stern are hidden two jamb
And part of my kapichon sweatshirt smelled like them
Maybe I'll blow them up, but it will definitely be later
Because I feel very good even without them

There is a fog in my thoughts and a heady intoxication
The wind gently picks the leaves from the trees
I think about those whom I consider faithful
And so smoothly I light a cigarette

Balcony Cigarette Smoke Midnight Peter
God how I like it is the baddest heart
A bronze shroud of sunset under the sky
Concrete underfoot where is the 23rd floor
Above 100 meters X2

I sit and look here at the concrete mountains
Not in all houses this hour the sounds of the ambulance are quiet
And somewhere you can hear the screams of a child because of their litter
And someone is doing something for an hour in the boxes

My city has white nights and a bright moon
Doves and birds of metal circling above him
Life is reflected in my watch
And I keep trying to slow her down

But for now I can forget about the fuss about this
Because I forget about everything when I look ahead
And in my dreams only what I need to know
And I love my hometown so much for it