Back to this country ...
Where the childhood leaves? In what city?
And where can we find the means to get there again?
Where even at night the blue moonlight streams
But we go there now with you there is no way.
And in the winter and summer unprecedented expect miracles
Childhood will be somewhere, but not here.
And in the drifts of white, and the puddles near the stream
There will be someone to run, but I'm not ...