Мумий Тролль - Владивосток 2000

Vladivostok 2000 Am Grenade in my pocket, a pin in my hand The Local sea-gull language, I can almost understand Dm I’m awful resistance, not hide and not a thief C E The lather looks up to the sky, and with having breath The fog disovermelted, when moon moved oversee The day availed became some, one else as fee and sea The water have it poison, sound is dead and light is off No getting back, not anymore, no friends in my mellow Am Dm We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving C E The universe are screaming May Day Am Dm Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction C E Vladivostok Y2K Hugging in drunken women sailors begun, Hemorrhaging tattoos, empty bottles of rum, Can you hear the heartbeat, knocking on the soul, The seas on last tending near the Paris no Rome Your digest from the sellback Century boys Rapines of the chewing gum and pokemon toys They sub will sleep forever but showers never near Where in the country’s pockets all the railroads disappear. We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving The universe are screaming May Day Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction Vladivostok Y2K