Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Родной Челябинск мой

Where used my fate is not recorded,
I remember his father's house, and his city.
In which our youth was held,
Which we will meet with you.

My Native Chelyabinsk - a city of joy
City youth and first love
At the age associated with toboysudboyu
Our hearts are burning your lights

Potikha streets we walked together
Here for the first time I told you love
He called his fate only,
At dawn I gave dawn.

My Native Chelyabinsk - a city of joy
City youth and first love
At the age associated with toboysudboyu
Our hearts are burning your lights.

Find me the words to such tender
Music that would have been used for centuries,
Native to the streets gave the song to me,
Where each line & quot; I love you & quot;

My Native Chelyabinsk - a city of joy
City youth and first love
At the age associated with toboysudboyu
Our hearts are burning your lights
In my heart I am burning your lights