Текст песни Sunguns - Намалюю портрет свого міста

The Night sogodnі not such yak zavzhdi
Drum dosch for Shibkov vіter
The I quiet Chopin, i Lata on stolі
The I yakas majachnye іz nadrukovanih lіter
For vіknom on kolіyam stukіt kolіs
Single tram Led River brewed tea
Café navproti zakohanі pіv in turnover
By mokrіy brukіvtsі htos yde naodintsі
Pid Svitlo nіchnih lіhtarіv
Pid sounds strange vipadkovih slіv
Pid podih osіnnіh vіtrіv
Dim cigarettes pozhovklі gazeti
Vіdvertih dumok typhoon
Melodіya krapel osіnnoї nochi
Pid sounds of Led River rubbed strings

Prispіv:
Namal portrait svogo mista
The banality of rows, so ale NKVD
Namal portrait svogo mista,
Arcos hard at the words on the Net (the whole verse - 2)

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