Низенькая, улица моя Village in the heart of Казань Низенькая, улица моя Valley of peace amidst violence
I wake up every night to the howling of the cats Wonder to myself, if I'm ever going back To the place where I was raised, but it never felt quite right Better here instead, the баня keeps me warm at night
They've abandoned their cars and let their houses burn The decent folk have gone, unlikely to return But there still remains one left vestige of class The neighbours endless fires, accompanying free jazz
Even if they tear it down, my heart will remain Улица моя, my voice echoes your name Низенькая, Низенькая, Низенькая, Низенькая
from the nizenkaya tapes, released June 21, 2015 tags tags: folk anti-folk lo-fi Kazan