Кетти Льюис - Плоский Город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In a flat city of tea with sand, every resident is insane and cries, not knowing what the movement of winter from the city’s apartments to summer cottages means.

The governor chews wormwood, threatens himself with a terrible shame with a passionate gaze to the flock of his slaves, singing under a dirty fence.

The days to be forgotten,

Full of vague joys and pleasures.

I will survive, a rein

He beats in the back (?), And with a shot timid, his star is his star,

She will scream, she will fall and disappear.

The governor said to me: "You go straight through the mountains, the war will be soon."

But seeing the moon in the window, I fell asleep, and behind me a flat city.

The governor lit a candle, turned around an evil wolverine,

He made his way to the block and counting the executioner, waved a shirt above him.

Autumn allotted for sleep.

Whether muddy rain flashed

Or my chukhaka drained from the window?

I will survive, a rein

I will throw a gun and a well -aimed wound to my star,

Let him scream, the pain will pass soon,

The star will not die, it will not die!

There is a Neva in a flat city, and the Louvre, and the Egyptian flame, found in stone,

Here the wind drives boats and waves in a faceted glass.

I would grow a beautiful garden, and who is not fussy, he will find out how it happens,

But it is evident that the flowers are still sleeping and I am scared.