Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Ностальгия

Bottomless well of the white night
And Vasilievsky in red smoke.
Nostalgia - longing not for home
And longing for itself.

Alarmed by this strange disease
Through the cordons of borders and customs
Don't rush to the open bridges:
Your young age has lived once,
Won't help you, won't help you
Returning to the former places.

Institute pictures on the table
Where is Isaac in the orange haze
And the channel is stained glass.
These tablets will not open.
We recently went there,
After they drank, it did not help.

This outline, familiar and clear,
These boys are at the bars
This water is motionless.
You will never stand with them,
Don't go back to an old shot
Never, never, never.