Я почти итальянец [Ya pochti italʹyanets] [English translation]

You thought - we are the children of white cold

You thought, we do not take a step

And the new winds to return no earlier than

What do you count to a hundred

You thought - our breathing is deep

You thought - perhaps we are bound by a dream

And we opened the doors and windows wide open

Otherwise, why do all this

I wanted warmth again, and I look forward

Right now my heart melts

I'm almost an Italian ...

You thought, the fire in our house paid off

You thought, we argue again about anything

And we opened the doors and windows wide open

Otherwise, why do all this

I wanted warmth again, and I look forward

Right now my heart melts

I'm almost an Italian ...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Govorit i pokazyvaet (Говорит и показывает)