Текст песни Mechanical Poet - Жизнь, Смерть и Вечный Город

Fog shrouded the city whitish cloth,
It gets dark in the milky haze of the ancient walls of the break.
Cold shine of sunset in the glass windows of the empty,
A huge beehive froze asleep.

Tired city calms down,
Dressed in a network of night lights.
White soul disappear
In the glow of newborn shadows.

Bends dark murky streets covered with mist.
Crude jaws gaping black slums.
Lazy rustle of the wind, the distant sirens,
The boundary of the day and night - time for a change.

Tired city calms down,
Dressed in a network of night lights.
White soul disappear
In the glow of newborn shadows.

All the sounds died away in the distance,
How empty and dark!
Only the song of ghosts in the night
Sounds like an echo .. However,
Nobody hears the words
And I do not know these phrases,
Only scraps of strange dreams
They convey them to us.

Tired city calms down,
Dressed in a network of night lights.
White soul disappear
In the glow of newborn shadows.