Текст песни Советская песня - Подмосковный городок

Town near Moscow,
Linden yellow in a row,
Sing along with train
Textile factory whistle.
Our town nothing
The population of those -
Unmarried weavers
The majority.
In the hostel girls
Photographs hang
Dremlyut tape on guitars,
And Alarm knock.
But a good evening
He looked at the light
In our room maiden
Former naval boy.
It turned out it itself,
He wrote me a letter,
And the girls to new home
They gave us a dressing table.
We are the factory for two
In the morning we go next,
Whether maybe he with me,
Whether can I with him.
Photographs hang
And Alarm knock,
But less than one guitar
It was in the room the girls.
There are girls in the movie,
I know a girl for a long time -
Blow their guitars
They'll have to anyway.