XYNTA - 0m(k
It was some kind of city of dreams,
A colorful labyrinth of houses.
In this city, you can't stop,
Only get high, only figure it out.
Everything around is flowing, the boundaries are changing,
And above this city is the shadow of a huge bird.
I stood facing a huge shield,
“Omsk” was written on it.
And around, people rush by,
All under the influence of joyful illusions.
They are shaking, their hands are hidden in their pockets,
It's clear - these are drug addicts!

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.