Текст песни ГильZа - Город

I love this city
It smells like spring
Gunpowder newspapers
Me and you
I love this city
City of broken roads
With a million fast and slow feet

Take my hand
Let's stay here
On this planet
We are like ants
What difference does it make to us
Who could and who is teasing
My city is rubber
But we are our own in it

This is my strange city
The city of rare passions
Where in the same Kama Sutra
People of different stripes
This is my eternal city
City of crying sirens
Infected with iPhones Apple Eden