Текст песни ГрОб - Город детства

Somewhere there is a city, quiet, like a dream,
Dust viscous chest entered.
In a slow stream water like glass.
Somewhere there is a city in which the heat.
Our distant childhood passed there.

At night, I rushed out of the house.
In the checkout station, I ask for a ticket.
Perhaps for the first time in a thousand years
Give the child to second-class ticket.
Quiet cashier will say no tickets.

In this city live a fairy tale.
Shalye winds with him called.
It drove us crazy sometimes
Pine trees to the sky, to the sun at home.
They silently walked through the snowdrifts winter.

Somewhere there is a city, quiet, like a dream,
Dust viscous chest entered.
In a slow stream water like glass.
Somewhere there is a city in which the heat.
Our distant childhood passed there.