Текст песни Игорь Якунин - Город

A fire burns amid the mountain slopes
Warm lips grow numb
And the quiet conversation melts away
The last ember of the fire

A city of laughter and tears, a city of songs and poems,
City of meetings and parting
He collected the best architects from different cities,
To find a friend friend.

The night is tired of dancing and singing
And the hops of dawn knocks down
But for a whole year we will be warm
The fire is the last ember.

So that in gray January on the white canvas of winter days -
paint
Multicolored night in that rainbow country
To love, to remember.

And maybe fate is a whim
The coming August will take away
But the city is a vision, - miss,
It will long beckon us to that

A city of laughter and tears, a city of songs and poems,
City of meetings and parting
He gathered the best architects from different cities,
To find a friend friend.
So that in gray January on the white canvas of winter days -
paint
Multicolored night in that rainbow country
To love, remember ...