Текст песни ИмПерцы - Думская

Hundreds of miles away
I remember you.
In my memories
The native land flickers.

And somewhere near Moscow
Two sensitive garbage
One question is dumb
Where am I from?
I don't like to be silent
What I think in their ears:

Chorus:
I love Dumskaya street, Krupskaya factory,
The dull sky tempers us.
And the city from which I am related to me.

Verse:
And in the thoughts of global freezes,
Trying to find a compromise
Cosmopolitan silent
But with a thought it knocks a blow to the shoulder.

Somewhere near Moscow
Two sensitive garbage
One question is dumb
Where am I from?
I don't like to be silent
What I think in their ears:

Chorus (2 times):
I love Dumskaya street, Krupskaya factory,
The dull sky tempers us.
And the city from which I am related to me.

Everything strangles and smothers,
The farther, the more often
Homeland flickers
Not worse, but better
Not further, but closer
I will become my native land.

Ahh ... Her.