Текст песни Chaika - Очерк

From work to home, sleep and back to work
Two o'clock to nine I go out in any weather
I go downstairs and here it is the familiar smell of the subway
Hello people, I hope you care

On the left to the poscalator down at the station of Victory Park
Fifteen people read one and too much newspaper
they are probably one of those who look at her differently
Most are truly far from home

Can't brake if I stop for a moment
Risk triples organs and calving
They are everywhere who value time mercilessly.
The speed of their movement increases many times

Over time, every visitor will accept its rules.
In the hands of a roulette to him a return ticket or laurels
I can only see different breeds here
From different cities of the country where I live

and having lived here for a certain time
Come in large numbers perceived differently
This is the boorish attitude of those who stand at the counter
Or eat when you choose your slippers thoughtfully

The real subway has been hidden from view for a long time
Where the tunnels lead, hardly anyone knows here
and only the townspeople are destined to gain a lot
What's going on inside dancing in this dance

the city does not fall asleep and probably never falls asleep
until the visitors get tired of carrying trains
And when I ask a stupid question
The chance that they will actually respond has increased dramatically

Speak faster with a Moscow accent
The first rule here is to learn to appreciate the time
And only she is the leader of this orchestra
But in fact, it is quite interesting in it.

Old Arbat, a gathering of local talents
At times it's scary not to get close to Tsoi's wall
In Arbat stores, prices are twenty times higher
they breathe means people are fooled and everything is bought

Here's a thrill in the suburbs, you get up at six in the morning
Two hours to work home late at night
Until you get there, you have time to wake up, you flip through the pages
You feel life is not understanding on the faces of tourists

Who is tired of the hustle and bustle lives quietly in a piece of iron
Well, or somewhere else you see this local
the one who passed for a long time no longer pays in the subway
If you are here, you will understand a lot, it comes by itself

Over time you will get used not to look people in the eyes
Faces so many will get tired of leaving the belief in miracles
Don't tear our little capital apart
And you, golden-headed, circle around meeting our tourists

Spin the carousel in the heat and blizzard
This is where you won't find Muscovites at Lenin's
Where the subway is packed and just crowds of people
Play roulette moscow meet guests