Текст песни Лариса Мондрус - Билет в детство

F.Miller, T.Dzhilkinson and R.Der, Russian text R.Rozhdestvensky
Somewhere there is a city, quiet, like a dream.
Dust viscous chest entered.
The slow river water is like glass.
Somewhere there is a city in which the heat.
Our distant childhood passed there.

At night, I hurried out of the house.
In the checkout station, I ask the ticket.
"Maybe the first time in thousands of years,
Give up the childhood second-class ticket! "
Quiet cashier replied:
"No Ticket" ...

Well, my friend! How could she argue?
The road to childhood where else to ask?
Or maybe just only sometimes
Only in his memory we come back? ...

In this fairy-tale city living.
Shalye winds with him called.
There we sometimes maddening
Pine - up to the sky, to the sun - at home.
There was the drifts silently winter.

Distant song in our destiny.
Gentle city, thank you!
We do not come, do not wait in vain.
There are other ways on the planet.
We have matured. Believe us and forgive.
You forgive us.