Текст песни Fatallity - Городской Сумасшедший

He has no money, nor at home
Neither love nor ranks or titles
His city of Navel Poloman
But he does not hold "Figu" in his pocket

In the morning he goes dear
For the shortness of fate towards
In his life there are few problems
For he is a city crazy

Stupid crowd throw in face
"You lost dignity people
Stand, turn around, in the end
So that no one can spit in your face

Feel it is good
Give money to him, it's not a pity
Everything happens and everything is possible
With praise adjoining stick

I will do where it will have to
Where to hide sometimes even nothing
It would not cry, but he laughs
For he is a city crazy