Текст песни Городская культура - Из города

I went out of town
From the mud and cold
Got all wait to experience
And dry hunger
For the meanings of all the pages
Beyond all borders
I'll play and survive
Among muddy oval-persons

On the way out of town,
out of town, out of town,
out of town, out of town

I am a third year on the road
I cooled down and tired to go
But I know why, and I know when
And what should happen
I lose the account cities
Marseille or Amsterdam
I do not know why, do not know where
Someone rushing in my footsteps

On the way out of town,
out of town, out of town,
out of town, out of town

On the way out of town,
out of town, out of town,
out of town, out of town

I lose the account cities
Marseille or Amsterdam
I do not know why, do not know where
Someone rushing in my footsteps

On the way out of town