Текст песни Земфира - До свиданье,мой любимый город

Moon wanes, it happens,
I'm going to get a haircut.
Killing me, from the & quot; emki & quot; shoot
The left arm.
And do not get that, too, is -
Shot down sights.
And I smile, I live and Old
Fourteen point years.

Chorus:
     
     Goodbye, my beloved city,
     I almost made it into your chronicles.

     Waiting - a most dreary motive
     You and I need so little for two.

Extinguished all the stars really frost,
All dark.
Those withered roses, brought tears
And tired.
Unnecessary prose due to frost
Will white?
And I smile, and try to live,
And the whole hair.

Chorus

Chorus:
     Goodbye, my beloved city,
     I almost made it into your chronicles.
     Waiting - a most dreary motive,
     How am I tired to think for two ...

     Goodbye, my beloved city,
     I almost made it into your chronicles.
               
     Goodbye!