Город детства [Gorod detstva] [English translation]

Somewhere's a city, calm, like a dream

Buried chest-deep in flowing dust

Like glass, water slowly flows in the stream

Somewhere's a city in which it is warm

Our childhood was spent there long ago

At night I hurriedly leave home

I ask for a ticker from the station clerk

Perhaps for the first time in a thousand years

"I would like an open coach ticket to childhood"

The lady quietly answered: "No tickets"

In that city, fairy tales are alive

Crazy winds call me along

There, sometimes, they'd drive us out of our minds

Pines to the heavens, to where the sun lives

There, through the snowdrifts quietly winter came.

• Artist:Grazhdanskaya Oborona
• Album:Звездопад