Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Мы уходим от тебя, город...

We are moving away from you , the city ,
No matter how often you roads
To return home to tell ,
What still live in the forests of dwarves ,
What beautiful crimson sunset ,
The wallpaper the walls of our apartments ,
What lies in the forest of pine needles carpet
What is worth to see .

Bell bells morning
What a world this wise,
If it 's always together
Power on the road and her songs .
We are moving away from you , the city ,
No matter how you sometimes roads.
The sun melts into the dewy grass
And a multitude of pine head.