Город устал (Gorod Ustal)
Ploho
The City is Tired
Snow falls under the wheels of cars
Here cars are everything, and nothing - human
Corpses in gray houses caught by the First Channel
This city perished, this city is tired
This city is tired
Smoke rises with the morning sun
Confidence in tomorrow - we remember, love, mourn
According to the stories, everything was, but you were late
This city perished, this city is tired
This city is tired
