Текст песни Крематорий - Чемодан президента - Город Солнца

The sun city house similar to pregnant women
With each passing day becoming thicker
Many people are so similar to their dogs
And the dog like me more

And there are those that have turned into golden calves
Flying business class to death
And sometimes I fly with them, and then go to the bottom
And all around, they find it a farce

And maybe left a little good angels
And it so happened that my heart was
Stone, stone, stone,
Stone, stone, stones ...

The city is full of sun accidents and sick children
And the tears on their parents do not spend
And sometimes I can be sorry for them, but only as long
As long as I get paid for it

So maybe it left a little good angels
So it happened that my heart was
Stone, stone, stone,
Stone, stone, stones ...