Текст песни Владимир Артамонов - я возвращаюсь

I come back, I come back again
in your city
You know, I really missed you
These years.
An old bridge along which water winding ribbon.
I come back, I come back again
here.
Tambour to the contamination in the eyes of the prosecution,
Passengers
Looking for in unrestrained disputes The meaning of our own lives.
And I have no doubt left
trace
I come back, I come back again
here.
The third entrance to the seventh floor -
do not mix
Give your thoughts and feelings
catch my breath.
And knock, so little, but it seems to be
gave,
Whatever you would give for each
hit.
White December, in vain blizzard
circling -
There will be spring, and reflects in rivers, and
in puddles.
So that the roads are not thrown, I know me
will wait
The city of my prodigal children takes
always.
So that the roads are not thrown, I know me
will wait
The city of my prodigal children takes
always.