Текст песни Алексей Костюшкин - В Новосибирске сошлись все пути

In the alleys, autumn hardens the colors
Drop him - he is awkward with you
The sidewalks frown, the air is cold and thin
Poking the streets like a blind kitten
Where, where, meow, meow
Teach me to recognize this city
By faces and numbers ...

In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And wherever you turn - do not feel for the way home,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And where to go - it remains to go in a straight line,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And no longer find - only, God, how sweet it is to seek,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
If you can, I'm sorry, but don’t try to understand ...

And over the Ob the bridge is half the sky
There will be a question on the arm of the lines,
Mother river, take the doubt away
Thoughts are clouds, rain-inspiration,
Where, where, meow, meow
Teach me to recognize this city
By smells and voices ...

In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And wherever you turn - do not find the way back,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And where to go, and in which direction is the station here,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And no longer find - only, God, how sweet it is to seek,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
If you can, I'm sorry, but don’t try to understand ...

The sound of a siren ate into my soul with a sweet moan,
The city flared up, filled with neon,
The metropolis smolders, crushes and caresses,
And love goes wild, the pain does not let go ...
Where, where, meow, meow
Teach me to recognize this city
By the rustle of yellow foliage ...

In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And wherever you turn - do not feel for the way home,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And where to go - it remains to go in a straight line,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
And no longer find - only, God, how sweet it is to seek,
In Novosibirsk, all the ways converged
If you can, I'm sorry, but don’t try to understand ...