Текст песни Витас - Где эти зимы

In the heat or cold in my old city
I am returning as in my youth.
All that was here and all that was left
It is dear to me, I love all this.

    Where are these winters, where are these springs,
    Garden with a bench and a house in the meadow,
    In a field of chamomile in the early dew ...
    I can’t forget my mom’s smile.

Dahn under heaven quietly blows
Long flocks of gullible birds.
There are good people in this city
It’s a pity that there are fewer people I know.

    Where are these winters, where are these springs,
    Garden with a bench and a house in the meadow,
    In a field of chamomile in the early dew ...
    I can’t forget my mom’s smile.

The edge of boundless transparent sunrises
The land of fleeting and first love
Many puzzles and many answers.
Sweet homeland, live forever!

    Where are these winters, where are these springs,
    Garden with a bench and a house in the meadow,
    In a field of chamomile in the early dew ...
    I can’t forget my mom’s smile.
    I can’t forget my mom’s smile.