Zafar

I'm from the city with everything you see
With its noise, with its people, it consumes old age
And I can't help it, the smoke that comes in today
But I still keep growing, I'm another coal
I will not imagine, the pain in others
I buy air and if it is pure, I pay much more
I will not tolerate that they no longer have faith
Let your arms drop, let there be no lucidity

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am convinced to go
I leave, whistling and without resentment
And I am, getting rid of the smell

I met people who know how to value
That as a tourist in the capital, they have known how to wander
And he has not finally faced the harsh reality
From breathing soot, from crying tar
And I start to grow old, sweating my truth
Bred to cough, with a lot of variety
And where will I stop, carrying my smell
We should walk naked to feel better

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am convinced to go
I leave, whistling and without resentment
And I am, getting rid of the smell (epa)

I'm from the city with everything you see
With its noise, with its people, it consumes old age
And I can't help it, the smoke that comes in today
But I still keep growing, I'm another coal
I will not imagine, the pain in others
I buy air and if it is pure, I pay much more
I will not tolerate that they no longer have faith
Let your arms drop, let there be no lucidity

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am convinced to go
I leave, whistling and without resentment
And I am, getting rid of the smell

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am convinced to go
I leave, whistling and without resentment
And I am, getting rid of the smell