Провинция - Местный & Dorada

Just another day, just another province
Gas service, ambulance, firemen, police
Panel building, nine floors, one road
Same old calendar, another year goes by

Praying to God is good, but relying on yourself
This simple life won't just go away easily
One's like a squirrel in a wheel, the other - a windmill
In short, they spin as they can - believing everything will change

I looked at the speedometer, long past two hundred
You'll ask: what's the point of embedding meaning in songs?
It's simple - it's like a newspaper, like a local bulletin
Comes out as it goes, sponsor - with a cross under the shirt

Father's business, like life's business, or a matter of honor
So much to do, just can't stand still
I go where they'll accept without medals or flattery
This is my meaning to live - to embed life in songs

And around this vanity
Everything's in circles, not here, not there
To do something wrong for once
Learn to fly when wings are broken
Roads covered in dust
To keep, not just in the mobile
Learn to love, like in Soviet cartoons
Learn to fly - broken wings
Roads covered in dust
To keep, not just in the mobile
Learn to love, like in Soviet cartoons

About the news, about what's passed - or nothing to say
We'll gather, as always, at the bench somewhere in the evening
Chat about this, about that, about important and not so important
Doesn't matter how it played out, what matters is the team

All the tasks divide us, or maybe, truly, age
So few relationships I see, or their seriousness
But overall, I like it - everyone's kids are growing up
Started to push for mine, appearing less in the net

Putting everything in a drawer, a sheet that's so filled
Less and less real, my list is shrinking
More often a tough day took over and brought the thought
To get a permit for the gun, and make that shot

And around this vanity
Everything's in circles, not here, not there
To do something wrong for once
Learn to fly when wings are broken
Roads covered in dust
To keep, not just in the mobile
Learn to love, like in Soviet cartoons
Learn to fly - broken wings
Roads covered in dust
To keep, not just in the mobile
Learn to love, like in Soviet cartoons