Текст песни Марина Дмитриева - Город детства

The night hid between the lines
lonely leaves
and hands of snowfall
unclenched a leaf strand.
I'm afraid to confess to myself
that I was 18
and the time has already passed
when it was 25.

The light was sewn on the access lamp
on the sidewalk bells,
where the city is my county
long struggled to understand:
how could I be so simple
to some white island
from him, in fact,
hide, hide, escape.

Boards of old fences,
souls of ramshackle corridors
where did the shaggy guy keep
three-wheeled horse.
I don’t know how it happened
only droplets on glasses
I was told that he too
century misses me.

There are wide open trees
wear white shirts
gets on a fast train there
awkward passenger.
Life on the hands of the dial
knew for sure - he once
moved quietly
from mine to someone else's life.

Ah, the dog in the gateway -
my buddy for today.
If I knew when she would be back
boomerang of bygone days.
Cloak of English cut
there are two of us under him today
maybe just a moment
life will seem warmer.

18, 20, 30 ...
It can happen to anyone.
The city is old, I remember
your stations lights.
Sometimes it’s terrible to think:
life is one big joke
Well, the truth is childhood,
sleep at mother’s hand.