Текст песни Западный фронт - Весна в Гонконге

Strange now spring
In eyewitnesses and off the roof
Wine ferment all our wines
And the weather inside is constantly worth
From half-liter and above

Today in my city spring has come
Winter drowned in darkness
And I step proudly through the streets of the city
City on a hill white
And I carry my word like a knife
Cutting off the spiritual hernia
I still have not learned to tolerate
In order that I hate
This city as nine grams of lead
He sits in my hair
But I love him like his own father
And fondly call Hong Kong

Dirt and flowers, kisses and fights
Knife in the hands of a child
But this is not Chechnya and Chicago
It's just a spring in Hong Kong

Looking at the daily disgusting
I used to die young
But no matter how many times I did not die
I intend to stay alive
After all, it is too early to die alive
It so happened that I was one of them
We need time to reduce population
Bastards on earth
Yes, sometimes this city is like a dream masochist
But someone he gives wings
It is home to Che Guevara Socrates Monte Cristo
In the dungeons of the local Bastille

Happiness flashing lights
And after running for thee
But this is not Las Vegas and Paris
It's just a spring in Hong Kong

But try to break off at least a piece of happiness
That the soul sang with joy
As immediately podedut cops
Will call witnesses and prishyut you care
The population is accustomed from childhood
Live in a state of coma
And looking for all sorts of trash
I fear for the friends and acquaintances
This city one stumbles to death
Another caught in a loop
And falling asleep I dream to see the morning
Live those whom I love

Some receive awards
Other funerals only
But this is not a battle of Stalingrad
It's just a spring in Hong Kong. .