Lyrics Наив - Надейся на себя

I do not want to die,
I do not want to die,
But my city is killing me!
For me as a canvas,
Iron on glass
Draws day and night my city!

I got sick from the cars,
I got sick from the cars,
I became a living corpse from machines.
I drink like water with gasoline,
I became one of the machines,
An urbanized living corpse!

Around me is asphalt
Around me is concrete,
Around the glass and steel,
Around one law:
Hope for yourself!
Hope for yourself!
Hope for yourself!
Hope for yourself!