Текст песни IvCity - Город одной истории

Incinerating our thousands of rooms, I’ll hide in the first thousands under the ashes
The city does not understand us, we don’t give a damn; we will die in the labyrinth of vicious avenues
Hundreds of jumbled numbers, we will build a plant, we will drink perinyon, let's go to the knives
Indeed, there is a lack of those same stories of those adventures, only bait is needed
For you, for me, for everyone who once was with us
We are neither in London nor in St. Petersburg, but something is strange so often cloudy
Even the city of sins will not understand our all, does not understand our everything
On a common planet, a tour of figures on our planet
In this city there is no one in this city there is never
Those loopholes to which we are accustomed and used to be that way
In endless concrete boxes, the truth is who takes the step
Out of the window to leave forever but leave only a aching scar
For relatives, a petty bastard unable to make a bed
To you the world has become small every day, poison let us not cunt minstrel
If I rhymed your life, a couple of squares would be enough for me
If you wintered where you really appreciated the good of the numismatists
perished in taverns moved along the bottom among thousands of city flounders
Mountains of sorrow on a square crossed these eternal blah blah
Black and white days are unlikely, black and white zebras and pandas
If the city melts with ice-cream we will create a remake anew
This city will die for the two of us
This city will rise for the two of us
This city will drop by drop everything that we leave in the silence of access stairs
All its rivers come over the banks
Flooding all the old benches
We will stay just above the roofs of the houses, collecting this city for remakes
Hello everyone, I’m a city of brides. My upskirt is full of homeless people in Detroit.
Like nerds on rhymes and punches like mediocre fuckers on a word
There are 7 universities in me and each bastard goes here to do
Live in a hostel at night and stain fangs on some sort of entrance
Among these stray ducklings there were lights and rim two best friends
They say that their fathers were a couple in life a couple of pit bulls
A couple of introductory punch and budget road open on budget
The first party for the first-timers first step on the Battle Jack
Nails made up curls curled skirts dressed two prominent hens
In high heels stomping at a party with asses twisting in bright leggings
There will be demonic dances twerking asses and titties
As if Satan himself gathered young sodomites in one place today
E yo bartender, so long as you double the natsat ka tequilla then sambuca
They plan today tonight, they plan today cut
Half an hour and two drunken little bodies rush somewhere in the cabin of the nine
It will be a killer route in forest park areas dens and saunas
Gaps of Rimma and Sveta filled with bedlam filled as emigrants to Europe
Someone even came on a bike. Someone climbed under a barbed wire.
Everyone had fun everyone was healthy but not fried calf asses
dads said give people fire meaning a little different
Further failure is darkness the next day and oh god a miracle happens
Every second in my city with an admixture of bass suddenly spoke in autotune
Even the watchwoman Raisa Ivanovna, who screamed heartbrokenly at the students
Now it has become a fashionable squeak as half of the participants in the battle
What kind of misfortune no one understands where this eccentricity came from
And then they remembered that yesterday there were two young virgins with battered quality
Who did they find out later only after finding a couple on a student’s blueprint
Zapaginina Sveta Khaiskilzovna and Rimma Grekovna Napodsasalova
They all fucked just not me, because I am built on principles
My foundation of prejudice is stronger than concrete, more serious than bailiff
 I won’t let myself go down to the two daughters of two gondonous ghosts