Текст песни Prosto. Slovom. - Этот город порочен и проклят

This city is vicious and cursed neo-hell on balances

land to shreds if vomiting and burning all the bright,

dark love does not forgive.
Here all the birds singing hail pristrelenny,

spider web on the branches of the magnetic tape wound
it recorded its former happiness ... before or kurantnoe

bitterly
For us rotten comfort zone to pass for
dogryzayte rather my soul worms
When you drop into hell I call the move to Vila
Maybe in the forks, it is not important here shackles chains I

Once broke, ran up to you and had only

hug a back rub in your hands
I then anger become limp
if only I could stop it all
I would have sold the soul, staked
But the second time, no one will
I'm soul gave for your embrace
Suppose that at the peak of all the gloomy heights
Burn out my powerful fire
Covering your last coal