Город в пробках [Gorod v probkakh] [English translation]

The city came to a halt, the movement died

Somewhere a Gazelle has stalled

There is no other way, I'm smoking a cigarette

A Jeep is spread out on its suspension

I sending texts to my acquaintances,

it’s not worth waiting, I’ll be here till December////???

I would rather find myself in Nice now

Admiring the ocean waves

With a girl thats applied make-up to her eyelashes

There is an Audi next to me

Chorus:

How strange it is always

Seemingly it would be grownups?????

with nonsense in their head????

We dream like children about a miracle

The girl is no longer in a hurry

to go somewhere for business

However, this can wait

Everything is smooth with her.

Her husband loves her and she has an abundant life

All would seem well, but you can’t lie to the heart

She would like to return to her childhood

To the house with with a mountain ash tree at the gate

To the boy who lived in the neighborhood

Maybe he is still waiting?

"Bentley", "Lada", "Toyota"

Like oily sardines

Cuddle in the cramped concrete tracks

With drivers and passengers in them

Prisoners of the Steel World

Waiting for their mercy for hours

Wishing to build a magical city &

A time of harmony to make friends

So that everyone would be dear to someone

And not be late to live life.

• Artist:Sergey Trofimov