Текст песни вербальный интеллект - в этом городе тебе не место

Passers-by try in vain to snatch out of my ear earphones questions, complaints,
But their souls are not blooming hydrangeas
To escape from this country where people like me, the prospect of becoming homeless, a resident of this world
I'm so sorry, in fact, that you were born here. In a mousetrap was led on a piece of cheese
What Dreams May Come? The maximum of this seller of illegal magic city-
Do not pass a year, now is your luxury dream is dead.
Was conceived in the half-empty tram to the high, crap on a simple
I can and I will always reach for the crowd of ambitious tail.
Hoping to get a 2 percent successful in my 'future' profession
As silly as to believe in a way out of a protracted semi-depression
The future of the country only for leading and purposeful
Follow them on the head, leaving a weak homeless.