Текст песни ГаРРус - Житель города Владивосток

every day I go out on the street
in a city that I know - I understand
flow if he drops the stone face
or on top of the sun discharges flamethrower
on foot or behind the wheel moving in rhythm
Russian hills on the edge of the continent
waves shine, shine elite floors
one hundred and fifty, but not like the old man
This city is built in the style of Picasso
house over the house, the office at the office
High-rise buildings on the rocks, underwater sand
3D picture in a frame from sea
I like it and it does not tire
I help him, he helps me
bits of the importance of our lives swing
all fine, we leave aside
chorus
I see the most tragic dawn
I see the most beautiful sunsets
I breathe the sea every day
it is my everyday life - envy guys
in my eyes uneven horizon of the hills
in my salty sea whisper ears
in my heart forever the Golden Horn
I - a resident of the city of Vladivostok

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