Who sometimes asked me for light?
Whatever, i hold myself tight.
Night is a day, painted in black.
Oh, God, its good to be back.
I can’t see a light, what a pity.
I grew up in underground city.
I can’t see a light, what a pity.
I grew up in underground city.
In eyes, that promised us a role,
We saw only an empty wall.
Nobody is the best of all my friends.
Oh God, tell us then it ends.
I can’t see a light, what a pity.
I grew up in underground city.
I can’t see a light, what a pity.
I grew up in underground city.
Can you forgive absence or rain.
Or you can notice nothing, but chain?
Is this world really the finest.
Oh God, i want to be honest.
I can’t see a light, what a pity.
I grew up in underground city.
I can’t see a light, what a pity.
I grew up in underground city.
Underground City
© Copyright: Никита Ледков, 2008
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