Текст песни скрипт - Серпухов

Not a native Muscovite
But I grew up in the suburbs.
I live in my beloved Serpukhov
And here I grew up.
Let him live less than half his life
On my own.
And these streets are familiar to me
These areas.
The district town will remember me anyway.
Here every lane, a monument
Connected with me.
I used to dream of leaving
Got it ... it's in vain.
After all, my homeland, my country, my land
Can cover my back
In every sense - always.
I know this for sure, I love you for it.
And days, weeks
In the morning I wake up in the same bed.
No sin spreads on my soul for you,
And I do all good deeds only for you.
………
I create only for you ... I live only for you ...
I read about you ...