Текст песни Propilli Propeller - Автобус

Buses leave from here into the distance,
Farewell, my sorrow.
By bus leaving off somewhere in the night,
And I'm a little sorry
To leave with you, my favorite city,
Washed melt water and warmed by the city in the spring.

Gently rustling tires outside snowfall
Although ending March.
Leaning against the glass, I quietly sad
And I sing at random.
I say goodbye to you, my favorite city,
Washed melt water and warmed by the city in the spring.

On the road slush; I'm afraid to cry,
After all, you do not like tears.
And I'll be back, probably tired of change of place
And the same dreams,
Did you miss the noise of your streets, my favorite city,
Washed melt water and warmed by the city in the spring.