Текст песни Ploho - город герой

My city - hero, he was already 120 th year
In it there are a hundred thousand people and it is a factory
Here, people build houses , people here chopping wood
Trees of people do not understand , they have their own interest

Like a wounded lion , sleeping under the window wiper
I look out the window , I know tomorrow will be Tuesday

This city never goes concessions
In road heels beat off the rhythm of prostitutes
The bad sheep - a wolf in sheep
migratory birds take a one way ticket

Like a wounded lion , sleeping under the window wiper
I look out the window , I know tomorrow will be Tuesday