Omega — 20th Century Town Dweller

The land what you see, grows no flowers The land what you see turned like this by soot Above the roofs the sky is never clear blue What else shall I say? About me, one sentence "I am a 20th Century city dweller" Here is the house, in it the people I live here like many others Sit front of the TV, I take beer from the cooler Listen to stereo, I walk little by foot I am a 20th Cеntury city dweller The park is this placе where real grass grow Can be watched but not permitted to step on If I cried or cursed, although you sit on the next bench You could not hear, here the trolleys go by I am a 20th Century city dweller