Текст песни Неокладнов - Песня про Иркутск

My city is not so young at all,
And winter winds bring cold.
You sometimes sometimes, do not tolerate force,
Do not bend you, do not change the course.

Peace Open: Look at this miracle,
Like the gray Baikal hurry morning.
How spring your park cares,
The castles are growing in front of the stones.

Full of strength, soul - your salvation,
Light from faces, smiles delight.
My city - Irkutsk