Текст песни Сергей Цветков - Приходите на меня умереть

& quot; Come at me die & quot;
A city

I grew up in the city Gopnik and old women ,
where smoking dope at the last party.
I did not find this city on any of the two
composed of time cards :
memory card and being.
So I have no place to return.
But the bus carries me
the city where if rotated
it is only letting themselves in a circle
or stand in a circle.
Where boys choose their girlfriend
from his father's principle of & quot; I would vdul & quot ;.
Where people die in strange apartments
decomposing weeks .
Where crumbling life shamelessly silent
childbirth without stuttering
even submit your cry .
Where every night the inevitable
under the heel crunches
something virgin ,
something clean , cute ,
nourished ampheta- mines .

City silent killer
Eye black holes
Abandoned buildings sharpens
Cold syringes on us.

Bus drags me
vyvalenny in Babylon.
____ Yulitsya in a fit of Globe ,
knowing that somewhere on it
increased realm of the dead .
Grown and rots .
Bus cut his windows -
I dropped to the ice
a huge lake in the middle
funnel , whirling fury - centrifuge.
The label states that a meter
from this place , my city is burning service
& quot; Come at me die & quot ;.