Город Обмана [Gorod Obmana] [English translation]

I was walking on the sands,

On empty streets I was wandering,

All ruins were laying like after the avalanche,

The city was sinking quietly to the bottom of mire.

Hey, they don't understand me,

Birds of love that fly low

Torture me by love, they torture me.

Tears and water flow down from the eyes of houses.

Oh-oh-oh, please give me a drink.

Streets of passion, I see your faces,

I see the ruins under the sun.

Fingers close my eyes.

All that's around us, it's the wind.

All that falls down, it's ashes.

Thoughts press on the fullness of pockets,

Welcome to City of Deception !

All that's around us, it's the wind.

All that falls down, it's ashes.

Thoughts press on the fullness of pockets,

Welcome to City of Deception !

City of Deception sleeps,

Under this big beat my heart beats,

Untangling silk thread.

I keep to make the world go round, go round...

Wolves of night hadn't broken my faith,

Shadows from street lamps merge with houses.

Nets are hung on all corners,

They are on service to big and not very big money.

Ah, ideas are bound by words,

People enter in each other by means of their eyes.

The streets are covered with dirty clouds.

Fingers close my eyes.

All that's around us, it's the wind.

All that falls down, it's ashes.

Thoughts pressing on the fullness of pockets,

Welcome to City of Deception !

All that's around us, it's the wind.

All that falls down, it's ashes.

Thoughts pressing on the fullness of pockets,

Welcome to City of Deception !

I was walking upon the mountain ranges,

I was breathing in the tiny clouds of homeless smoke,

It looked like I was burning inside.

I was begging them: "Look back"', I begged them.

Like a star I was falling down on the city.

I wanted to blow it up, but it is dear to me.

The city is dear to me. Oh, God, it is dear to me

I didn't want to

But in my heart there was the gunpowder.

• Artist:Yolka