Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Возвращение в Тольятти

The road, as a story,
It moves our train.
We toil tea
And in the vestibule quitting smoking.
And may not be familiar,
But we can about the house
With a good companion
Cardiovascular least age speak.

And someone about Sochi
About that, he did not want
And to hear about other
Places on the vast land.
Yes, Sochi pleasant,
Yet in Togliatti
And the sea and the sun
Much dearer and warmer.

And the guy stick
Some with Ryazan -
It is all so many times
About his friend said.
Listen, buddy,
You were not in Togliatti,
This means that women and
Beautiful is not seen.

But now, the Volga,
And the ride is not long.
Smell of pine,
And there can not be confused -
You see, my friend:
That's Togliatti
This is my town,
And here - love and friends.

1993