Текст песни Slim - в городе живых мертвецов

[Kulet 2, Slim]:
Above the roofs hung a bird. Thoughts, like mice - sit quiet!
I briefly Swifts. [Cilantro] drove warlock.
Night, let me survive. Died at [rave], I will rise again in the motion!
Lifestyle - ORIGINAL. This city does not like the offended!

Tomorrow we will write about it hits, it is easy to die young!
In the clean and jerk his head - away with it laughing gas will fill the room ...
Night of stars will spread umbrellas. There's a lot of gold stars
He loves wheels, bolts out!

Puddles, yards. For garages tarakotovy smoke.
Under the lights here are blooming gardens! We turn again to the back of the fruit!
On the streets will leave - will put show-off! New Day aperkotom the stomach!
But I'll get up and straightened his shoulders with a smile, movie star!

Chorus:
In the city of the living dead in the city of the living dead,
In the city of the living dead - to do everything that I need,
In order not to be like them, [because I have them!]
From the city of the living dead, from the city of the living dead,
From the city of the living dead - to do everything that I need,
In order not to be like them, [because I have them!]