Текст песни Дима Никнейм - Мертвый город

and as always I am reluctant to open the door
there are people from the west, I do not believe them;
cowardly paradise firm and bold killed.
Why did you lie to them? it does not happen!

live as he lived, dressed for the weather
Clogged with dust in a year that is not all the rage
As a mechanism, which has its own system
break it rather silly idea.

a city whose dilated pupils
after six I saw them and stood them
as the acrid smoke kills but not immediately;
each has its own road, their orders.

in the morning at half-bent, I can see the shadow.
Do not know what the outcome of this whole day
And the more expensive long ago lost
then I have the right to call you a traitor

my town is dead! It sling mud.
And your protest, it is an occasion called filth.
I say as it is, do not be offended;
Believe fools! It is not screwed up.

I looked at the sky, there just terrible
as bud knife in the back, I feel does not matter.
when the performance is over I will leave
The only hope in this city to find themselves.

it's like leaving their homes not forget shoes
Where everyone first looks angrily at you.
Where you take one out of three on trial
And do not ask them about anything, do not even try to escape.

I'll tell you a secret Come closer
when you go down into the subway what do you see?
eyes killed, everyone is looking at you.
and in their eyes, the reflection of himself.

As in a labyrinth of lost and there is no problem
erase the memory of the root and press the spacebar
Another minute, and I'll find the answer
My city is alive, but I do not have it.

my town is dead! It sling mud.
And your protest, it is an occasion called filth.
I say as it is, do not be offended;
Believe fools! It is not screwed up.