Текст песни J.M. - Ля-муррр

I will survive
In this jungle of concrete
But it's hard to be heard
Among the people treacherous
In avtopotoke mad
With the death of counterpart
In this bustling city
I'm looking for love

No roof! No food!
No affection and warmth!
No power! No faith!
No point in fussing like a top!

And one of these gray days
Accidentally I met her
A walk in the alleys slowly
I realized that we have a soul for two
It became easier to survive, even have a place for passion
Time seems to become longer and even began to notice the smell of happiness
But one day she gave a great chance
Ticket brave new world ended our romance.

There is a roof! There is food!
There caress and warm!
There is strength! There is faith!
But this just does not make sense without it.