Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Город

Well, that's the end of the powder,
And the sun shines through the holes
Like a wobbly bridge to my past
The gangway drove off the plane,
And immediately the grief became small,
Like a model of residential buildings.
Through the porthole this city
I'll cover it with my palm.

And he will not be sad at all,
He has no great loss
And where I wandered at night
Now he will measure another steps.
And you and I are adults,
Moreover, we are worth each other,
And for others we are our past
Let's cover it with a palm.

Then over the years, everything is more inaudible
For us, someone else's grief will become
And we won't notice how under the roofs
We overgrow with family belongings.
And we will take part
But we will become three times more indifferent,
Then eyes on the present
Let's cover it with a palm ...