Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Простите, города

Sorry, cities, but I hate you
When the pain is stronger in better times
Where I see a frosty forest on a transparent morning
Like boys, a ship running on the waves

Since then, sailors have been on duty without me since then,
And the captain smokes his pipe tobacco.
There the wind hits hard on the pine pines,
And the ship's forest does not swing to the beat.

There is one holy law: to be together, not between,
And the sails of the snow look like a dream.
They cherish warmth, like eternal hope,
And they give them to the birds frozen on the fly ...

I will know my deck from a thousand
Only the captain will shout to the team - in places!
We will sail, leave on the shore
Longing for other earthlings for better times.