Текст песни Александр Ипатов - ...И ветер с моря, и с неба сырость...

Alexander Ipatov

... and the wind from the sea,
And from the sky dampness.
And with the wind argue
Here the city has grown.
Washed to shine
White bone.
And the wind is sharp
In powerless evil
Tired of rushing
Along the coast.
"Let's be brother!" -
He said with hope.
With all of this,
On the right of life
My city is wind
It was declared equal.
Friends in spirit,
One character.
And, not by rumors,
Native brothers.