Текст песни 204.Сельц Евгений - Главная моя улица

My Home Street
Evgeny Sel.
Home My Street in the sky Likes to pour out,
The windows of the houses pushed, see me rushing.
I swim on it tiny. I breathe her sounds
Squares of it, groves, her pains, flour.
The winds of her shore sing. Poplar to be treated
Stars from foliage drip. Snow flakes clap.

All by the name of the building is close to nothing.
My knowledge live here, my creativity lives here.
Spring here live, holidays. Starry live autumn.
Remarks early and repentance late.
My main street from the star to the star stretches.
What is there ahead will come true how in the distance there will be.
What is there on the edge breathing, as there at the dawn is loved.
What the people are moving along your homes, street.