Текст песни Андрей Лобанов - Гостям города

What do you remember in our city?
Blue splashing, or the rustle of tires?
Can gray horses on occasion?
Can spire height of 100 yards?

What do you dream about when & quot; kilometers per hour & quot;
Measure the way home?
Grey drops in the rain does not wake you up,
My train jealous hand ...

What emerges when return
From the banks of the Neva rebellious?
Maybe slight sadness that from birth here
Day after day you will live is not?

As later recalled with a smile
Our everyday & quot; & quot ;? autopilot
As leisurely walk with friends
The granite crust marshes ...

I know for sure: now you can not
In our proud city not to come.
Even if you drown worries,
You do not run away from this ...

So come, when you torment
Ocean Affairs and the neighbor, and the window ...
And on charges - well, time (in a pinch)
Call - and on the train, but
   Do not forget to take an umbrella,
   And do not forget ...

What you will remember in our city:
Blue splashing, or the rustle of tires?
Can gray horses on occasion,
Maybe the bridge width of 100 yards?

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