A city is a place where everyone is lonely in their own way,
Lost in strangers, knots of strange roads,
Traces on the streets, over which the eternal smog
Closes the roofs of centuries-old houses
The city is a place where everyone is in search
New strokes or rhymes in a line
Helping hands, because everyone is on the edge
And the face of a friend in the distance
For a couple of pleasant words
The city is a place where everyone has their own window
With his reflection, his appearance in it
The simplest or covered with silver
But the most loved and remembered there... Then...
The city is a place where everyone is related
To some extent all intertwined
In an intricate knot of one star
live on the same frequency
From which they often hear a call
The city is where I live
Sometimes I run from the tail to the section faster
But I believe that here I will find
Those with whom I don't need a roof in bad weather.

A city is a place where everyone is lonely in their own way, Lost in strangers, knots of strange roads, Traces on the streets, over which the eternal smog Closes the roofs of centuries-old houses The city is a place where everyone is in search New strokes or rhymes in a line Helping hands, because everyone is on the edge And the face of a friend in the distance For a couple of pleasant words The city is a place where everyone has their own window With his reflection, his appearance in it The simplest or covered with silver But the most loved and remembered there... Then... The city is a place where everyone is related To some extent all intertwined In an intricate knot of one star live on the same frequency From which they often hear a call The city is where I live Sometimes I run from the tail to the section faster But I believe that here I will find Those with whom I don't need a roof in bad weather.