Текст песни Гостев - Мои края

My edges

My edges strewn with mud
where the old waste heap breathes into the sky,
and the passerby has circles under each eye;
and the future is where it was born.

You will see the ceiling where the sky should be
to the music of factories and cemeteries.
And you think: "I wish I could leave
from a city where there are a couple of thousand people. "

It used to be paved with blood
everything that stands now under the angry workers' howl.
But I love you with that strange love
because you are nobody's, my land, but only, only mine.

12/19/2016