За пижоном пижон [Za pizhonom pizhon] [English translation]

This is your city:

Funky dudes in a bind,

Out of my way,

Get out of mind.

This is your city:

Try to manage or die,

Circles of the squares

Are around closed eyes.

When the phantoms would call -

You will run but deceive yourself.

Life will come and will go -

Only you will stay.

This is your city:

Funky dude after dude,

Yet you're alone, as if you're

Immersed in your mood.

City would sell you,

For nothing you're sold,

You walk by the touch

And try to feel world.

When the phantoms would call -

You will run but deceive yourself.

Life will come and will go -

Only you will stay.

This is your city:

Teddy boy after fop,

Will it take long or soon -

It will be gone.

This is your city:

Asphalt's closer than sky,

What else is simpler,

Than to trip and bye-bye.

When the phantoms would call,

When the phantoms would call...

This is your city:

Funky kid after kid,

With a maze of the streets

Again you're besieged.

This is your city:

Dust and heat,

Run when you hear

Soft steps from behind,

Soft steps from behind...