Текст песни Песня про Омск - Город Судьбы Моей

Time does not fly here -
It melts like wax.
Converge all the way
In his native city - Omsk.
City of Green Roofs
And the golden churches.
Where the Irtysh flows,
The city of my fate.
With tenderness and longing
I'm coming back again
Having recovered from Moscow,
To the city, forever dear.
There is where to come -
I'm finally home!
Quietly hugs mother
Father shakes hands.
The haze of childhood ...
We will walk three together.
The avenue is also noisy
We’ll go to Lyubochka.
And will blind
Grown to heaven
Fairytale and holy
New Assumption Temple.
My city, old man,
How dear to me, Omsk!
There is gray hair in you
There is a capital gloss ...
How do you bloom in spring
The whole boil in white!
I believe - and my son
Will meet love here ...