Текст песни Дилема - Демка

My city iso
Finally throwing off the shackles
awakened under the onslaught of the new breed
Here, they have long been accustomed to the word cold
By plotting air
Delicious in the lines of people that burn gunpowder
Collecting thoughts of a mustache
like a lone raven, lone wolf
Leaving the regiment
I exhale caustic smoke
Saying goodbye
Holding hands to parim
from sunset to dawn in search of the sun
Meeting with the eyes of hundreds
Returning late in the evening
All also in finding truth
After all, I promised to remain sincere