Каменные Джунгли

Streetlights flicker, shadows do the tango,
Dreams crushed beneath soles, heavy as an anvil
Potholes swallowing ambitions whole,
Every block got a story, every brick got a soul
Hustlers on the corner, whispers in the wind,
Time moves slow, like a clock missing pins
Concrete confessions, sins etched in stone,
Survival of the raw, this jungle we call home
Echoes in the alley, voices don’t fade,
Concrete jungle, where the rules are homemade
Brick walls listen, secrets engraved,
Concrete jungle, where the strong are enslaved
Graffiti hieroglyphs, tales from the trenches,
Life ain't sweet, it’s a bench with no benches
Sirens scream lullabies, babies grow immune,
Living in a cycle, a city-built cocoon
Moonlight dodges smog, shy like a ghost,
Dreams float away, carried by the toast
Broken glass symphonies, sidewalks hum pain,
City’s heartbeat throbs in a thunderous refrain
Rust on the fences, blood in the drains,
Hope’s a currency, traded for the chains
Every echo a reminder, a ghost from the past,
Concrete jungle—nothing here lasts