Текст песни Валентин Будилин - Летят самолёты к Ростову

In the Don vast spaces
Sails of clouds are sliding.
Since childhood, as a homeland,
Dear our affectionate city of Rostov.

Rostov is not a name, not a word.
He is our hearts and years.
Airplanes fly to Rostov,
Trains rush to Rostov.

Remained in my heart forever
Like the kind faces of friends
Avenue of spacious rivers,
Lakes and buzz areas.

And wherever he works now,
You will always return to Rostov.
Airplanes fly to Rostov,
Trains rush to Rostov.

By the will of fate, by order
I also left more than once
My city, in the bright-eyed lights
Familiar Rostov station.

But again and again and again
He always returned to him.
Airplanes fly to Rostov,
Trains rush to Rostov