Город Обмана [Gorod Obmana] [English translation]

I walked in/on the sands

As I wandered the empty streets

All the ruins laid like after the avalanche

City went quietly to the bottom of bog/pit (accumulation of water, containing entangling water plants)

(Хей! in the lyrics) Hey, I am not beeing understood

The birds of love fly low like crows (mistake in the source lyrics: whitch instead of crows)

I am beeing tortured with/using love, I beeing tortured

The tears and the water drains from the eyes of homes

Ou-ou-ou let me quench my thirst

Streets of passion - I see your faces

I can see the ruins under the sun

Fingers close my eyes

All that is around us - it is wind

All that falls down - it is ashes

Thoughts pressure on/at the fulness of pocket

Welcome to the City of Deception

All that is around us - it is wind

All that falls down - it is ashes

Thoughts pressure on/at the fulness of pocket

Welcome to the City of Deception

The city of deception sleeps

Under this bit/beat(if taken as slang) my heart beats

Untangling silk thread

I continue to turn the world/peace, turn, turn ...

Wolves of the night did not breake my faith

Shadows of lamps merging with houses

Networks/nets stand on every corner

They serve big and not very big money

Ideas are tied/conected with words

People/humans enter/go in/step in each other with/by means of eyes

The streets are covered with dirty clouds

Fingers close my eyes

All that is around us - it is wind

All that falls down - it is ashes

Thoughts pressure on/at the fulness of pocket

Welcome to the City of Deception

All that is around us - it is wind

All that falls down - it is ashes

Thoughts pressure on/at the fulness of pocket

Welcome to the City of Deception

By mountain ranges, I went

Breathed in/inhaled homeless smoke

I looked as if burning from the inside

I asked - look around/look back, I asked

As if the star I fell on the city

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

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

I did not want to

But gunpowder is in my heart

All that is around us - it is wind

All that falls down - it is ashes

Thoughts pressure on/at the fulness of pocket

Welcome to the City of Deception

All that is around us - it is wind

All that falls down - it is ashes

Thoughts pressure on/at the fulness of pocket

Welcome to the City of Deception

• Artist:Yolka