Текст песни Hok-key - Horad M

Gray streets groaning, struggling,
Horrible view of the stone is created,
Gravity pressure arches ruins -
Holidays cherubim leave this place.

My city has changed me -
Pants, I wither.
Between its grayness
Dissolved, I was gone.

I have no place in this city
abandoned ...
I lose myself in the maze walls
zablytannym, morning ruthless ...

Rain on the scaffolding washed out color i.
From heavy steps praginayutstsa bridges.
Wind tired of street vengeance,
No longer look in to these places.

He became a cramped city one
It closes contracts.
It is free dream
Moving away, destroyed.

I have no place in this city
abandoned ...
I lose myself in the maze walls
zablytannym, morning ruthless ...