Mardi Gras.Bb - Irina Smiles | Текст песни

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Moscow, underground at midnight,
Friendly grin from rotten teeth,
I smell chlorine and alcohol.
And all that those lurk in uniforms,
They’ve nothing left to do,
They’re just to make me feel secure.
What’s the cause and what’s the cure?

Moscow, there’s something strange about you,
There is a virus in your veins,
Made of endless ropes(?) of hunger.
That’s what makes you so corrupt,
So tasteless and so loud.
And then I realized that girl,
She moves(?) that subtle sort of grace,
She’s got the Bolshoi ballet face,
She holds a book of Pushkin’s poetry and smiles,
Irina smiles!

And then I realized that girl,
She moves(?) that subtle sort of grace,
She’s got the Bolshoi ballet face,
She holds a book of Pushkin’s poetry and smiles,
Irina smiles!

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