Текст песни Сломанный воздух - Южный проспект

cut asphalt
Glass and a little sorry
Trolley buses by themselves
Tighten your wires
Concrete stele houses
Swings old courtyards
They would fly above the rooftops
But I do not know, but you sleep

Highway heat melts
On highways buzzing train
Regions sleeping day silence
Glare glass high-rise buildings

trampled parquet
From the windows view of the " South Street "
Substations district rumble
With people merges into the flat noise
Forgotten calendar, which struck off in February
And you can jump through the roof
But I do not know, but you're sleeping .