Текст песни Гарик Сукачев - Города, где после дождя дымится асфальт

CITIES WHERE AFTER THE RAIN smokes ASPHALT
I.Sukachev

Wind will fall on the smoke-filled snow,
And look to turn water into fire.
Where we leaked
In the capitals of the funnel
And scattered tired arms
On the black feather nights.
But what can we understand?
But what we can say
About the city, cities,
Where the steaming asphalt after the rain?
Her eyes shut and closing of the castle,
In one segment Uzava space
Empty abyss mouths
What smell grave
For false fence
Acropolis of our fathers.
But what can we understand?
But what we can say
About the city, cities,
Where the steaming asphalt after the rain?
I saw yesterday, dancing step,
On a hot needle.
I stabbed to death on the roads in the area of ​​Borneo
In a drunken brawl on the ship.
I'm the kind of person who received
Grace-thicket from the hands of the executioner.
I let the electric current
One turn of the key steel
In the city,
Where after the rain steaming asphalt.

Where to look like an order
To start a movement.
A razor is a symbol of faith.
A starting point of the universe -
Only paper and the formula letters.
Yesterday I met an old man -
He was able to swallow fire.
He knew how to tell fortunes.
But he knew nothing,
But he did not know anything
About the city, the towns, the cities,
Where after the rain steaming asphalt.