Текст песни iv - etot gorod...

Of all the shit in which all slowly smoldering ,
Perhaps only God knows how to drag a personal dealer .
He tried to change all the happiness something vanilla ,
Most of the happiness in her , perhaps, replaced him.
This town , sun-drenched ,
propyl dust.
Well, in general it is so personal .
There were people in it, but that's rotten .
And that's probably all .