Текст песни Убик - белый город

That evening
On the same day,
When the winter comes
I will be able to wait until the light comes.
In the morning I will open the door and step out onto the threshold.
And I will see the white city - the white city is waiting.

I hear this city breathing in the snow.
I see how this city looks under the snow.
Looks at a cold city under the snow.
You know, this city is dear to me under the snow.