Текст песни Война и Мир - Город

Town
1 verse
Immersed in the world of geometric lines of the city,
Dusty corners and advice from a psychologist.
Broadcasts are eaten into the brain non-stop.
It is useless to run from a fragmentation grenade ...
Laughter canned, television
Heard behind every concrete wall.
Clones are prone to monotonous movements,
And only angels know the speed of photons ...
Phantoms are teeming, and for the restless souls
There is so much freedom here, there are so many desperate ones.
The days are melting, marking the calendar.
The squeak of the alarm clock replaced the dawn.
Be in the game too! The sun is hidden by the ceiling
But the doors are not locked. Wipe your feet. Welcome!
Overdose risk. Young!
An enchanting celebration of the city. Cities...

Chorus.

Brittle asphalt. Chains ...
Will hide the sadness of the eyelids
Step on the gas pedal ...
Town. The last phase.

Verse 2

The laser gaze flashes defiantly
Digging in the garbage is not the only one. Repents ...
Whiskey bursting under the pressure of smog
And any local road leads to the pub ...
The modernization of those stuck at a crossroads awaits.
The recalcitrant hour nods to the surrendered minute.
Dust does not have time to settle on unnecessary goods
In the supermarket, because the advertisements assured ...
Queues at cash desks, queues at banks.
With the blade of a knife, foreign cars slide along the track,
Raising puddles into the air, they are looking for their goal.
It seems that you just are, but turned into a target.
For ... for ... for ... we suffocate.
We try to distract ourselves, pretend.
The diamond of inspiration is suddenly split ...
We grabbed the chains. Sunset. Town...