| This is where the unnecessary coma | 
| Where past the house traces of sneakers are drawn again, | 
| Where they nail the guy hastily, | 
| What makes you young and at the same time invisibly ages us all, | 
| Where in the whirlpool pythons choke, choke, | 
| And the weak also want to eat, argue without listening, build and tear down, | 
| Swarm lost, building soulless, | 
| Hell tidings, no need for flattery, | 
| The bars smell of mourning and fumes, the aura is tin, where under the curtains | 
| The eyes are not light-sensitive, where the cops are always hungry | 
| And their dogs, this is where they puff with glue, | 
| But they don’t glue, they beat with bats, they don’t know how to play with bats, | 
| Where Nastya's tears are invisible | 
| As crowds of greyhounds kick to death, we are invisible | 
| Where the corners are not afraid of a grin at once, | 
| But many have died over the years, factories where, a wave of worries, stood up | 
| And a shaft of drugs, where the raft is broken, and there is so much water around | 
| Where the pavement is gloomy, where the curb is not white, | 
| Dur Terem house of skins fed with hops. | 
| Through the drill, the vein enters every love from the first cube, | 
| Dope with white gel, where is the eternal pit stop, | 
| Voluntary life sentence, asphalt slab stock | 
| There is a door, there is no key, the essence of the problem, | 
| Where the alleys are silent, where the alleys are mute | 
| This perimeter is shrouded in a layer of dust, | 
| Like a bud retinue, the route is confused or forgotten, | 
| Entangled by roads, the way out is here, | 
| But hidden where the heads drove off | 
| Where everyone is fucked up, cats live on the roads, | 
| The colors of the filling of the coffin on a moonless night | 
| This is where they can’t help you, but don’t want to help, | 
| This is where they drink in gardens on steam locomotives, | 
| The nose creates demand, and a lot of overdoses, | 
| Where there is simply no reason to scream, where there is no escape | 
| And don't make it a refuge |