Текст песни Объединение Лирики - Звуки города

Diana Stupnikova

Outside the window, the sounds of the city beat the whiskey
Scattering hertz
Sounds of passion and longing
And there's nowhere to go
It's raining or the sun's light
Leaving into the sunset or dawn
Sounds of the city where we are not

St. Yago

This is not a dream when with the sun in unison
Society pulsates beyond the horizon of skyscrapers
Woven from hundreds of words from selected extras
And the hum of naked scenery, ridiculously drawn

Car horns at traffic lights, someone's screams, quarrels
To the sounds of mobile phone buzzers
On gas-polluted areas of asphalt and lawns
The sounds of the city are flying, intertwining patterns

Oh how angry I am with them, this pattern for a moment
Interrupted by new illusory sounds
And there is no reason in them, these sound vortices
I wish this metropolis would be quiet for a second

But again the rhythms of the pulsation of the concrete heart
Heavy baritone hammering the sound of the saxophone
In the background, to the soulless gray sky
The sounds of the city blown by the wind

Diana Stupnikova

Outside the window, the sounds of the city beat the whiskey
Scattering hertz
Sounds of passion and longing
And there's nowhere to go
It's raining or the sun's light
Leaving into the sunset or dawn
Sounds of the city where we are not

Vincent

The sounds of the city are where we are not
Gray contrast, only shadows will give
The crust has already melted, standing in full face
Weaving the image of trails from beautiful phrases

And like a spark of everyday life, it is saturated with everything
A glare from the tops the image of a monolith
And those tones from the bottom of beauty not seen
Where is the beginning, where finita slabs of granite

In the guise of angry concrete boxes
Standing side by side over the abyss of traffic jams
Under a porous cloud during the day of smoke and smog
Silence and road at night, alone with God

Straight from the doorstep, to meet landscapes
Shoulders without touching oncoming characters
What has it to do with it very dear to me
Just listen to the sounds of the city …….

Diana Stupnikova

Outside the window, the sounds of the city beat the whiskey
Scattering hertz
Sounds of passion and longing
And there's nowhere to go
It's raining or the sun's light
Leaving into the sunset or dawn
Sounds of the city where we are not