:: "Город" вариант английский  :: сделано Molecula ::

 
I am walking on the broad street, 

I am walking along the City
I am walking because I have feet, 

I can walk so I go
I am walking toward colour windows
Expensive limousines passes by
There are women with blazing eyes,
With cold hearts and blonde hair.

City - tale, City - dream,
Falling into its net You disappear.
Swallowing air, draughts colds
With petrol smell and expensive perfumes.

There are lack of stars, but its not a trouble
There is own star in most homes
Electricity, gas, phone and water - pipe
No cares and troubles, communal paradise.

City - tale, City - dream,
Falling into its net You disappear.
Swallowing air, draughts colds
With petrol smell and expensive perfumes.

City - tale, City - dream,
Falling into its net You disappear.
Swallowing air, draughts colds
With petrol smell and expensive perfumes.

Smoke of hundred pipes, run of grey clouds
Will show us coming of cold winds
Dance of sunny rays in the lines web
Over the tin roofs of frayed houses.
I am walking toward colour windows
Expensive limousines passes by
There are women with blazing eyes,
With cold hearts and blonde hair.

City - tale, City - dream,
Falling into its net You disappear.
Swallowing air, draughts colds
With petrol smell and expensive perfumes.

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