Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Маленький город

Here the train started , and behind
Remained a small town
Funny, of course, but only in the way
I understand how he was dear to me
In the meantime , the speed of typing
My train is racing fun
It's then I 'll rip stop-cock
And will come down to him to return

Small town , small town
On the streets in three houses
With a whisper of the poplars outside
To the pain of relatives and friends
Small town , small town
You miss me
And in the cradle of gentle dreams
My childhood shake your

In the noise and din of large cities
I've been going to wander
And you will help me as a true friend
Do not stumble, do not get lost
And under the sky of distant lands
Long I 'll be dreaming
Well, then I 'll rip stop-cock
And will come down to you to return

Small town , small town
On the streets in three houses
With a whisper of the poplars outside
To the pain of relatives and friends
Small town , small town
You miss me
And in the cradle of gentle dreams
My childhood shake your

Yes of course, I 'll rip stop-cock
And will come down to you to return