Текст песни янис ангилов - гид

Every day one way from home to city
Through the depot yards, it will get dark soon.
In an autumn Olympic jacket, past the Cossack market,
The station is beautiful in winter, as in the picture.
Old sneakers in memory of themselves leave traces of snow -
He will remember me.
It will melt in the spring and turn into steam
leaves behind the clouds - I'm not sorry for anything.
I've fallen many times but got up every time
And he made many mistakes, and even though he did not correct everything.
Betrayed the one who let him close to him -
Yes, low ... change nothing now.