Текст песни И. Кобзон - Палаточный город, сл. М. Танич

Tent city
Music: Oscar Feltsman Words: Mikhail Tanich

We live in a mosquito edge
And we don't want easy fate
We love your tent,
Native sister Brigantine.
Our long taiga route
On the map then will apply

Chorus / 2p. /:
And again forward, like a sailing fleet,
The tent is floating.

We have in the backpacks of the city
And crest concrete dams
And splashes river water
In the tarpaulin board of Brigantin.
In the taiga mousekar flashes
And the mail here is in no hurry,

Chorus.

You can come, perky,
Our tarpaulin is no longer
Where rare shine lights
And night guitars sing.
Lit at night kerosene
On the deck of all brigant

Chorus.

Deaf edges burn
Tents will be put in the museum,
And the streets here will be called
Named our friends.
But all this will be later
When we leave here,

Chorus.

1966.