These streets aren't paved with gold Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe
These streets aren't paved with gold Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe
I'm the street you walk The language you talk I am the city The skyline is me and the energy I am the city The famous hotels and the cocktail bars And the funny smells And the turmoil the cars and the people The air that you're breathing is me Yes I am the city you let me be.
Благими намерениями вымощена дорога, – вы знаете куда, дети. Не само это место вымощено ими, как часто говорят люди, потому что нельзя вымостить бездонную пропасть, а можно именно дорогу, ведущую к ней.