Текст песни Легенды Про...CENTR - Дорог Город

Ptah:
Tutuk Tutuk but the wheels are not fighting about the rails
I'm not in the coupe already, and outside the window is not April month
Mim not flashed neither forest or field
More and more clouds, airplanes, cities
All the same family, but the adult has fallen
One lost, it means so it was necessary
But so far this city
And I am from old houses, alleys, but no more dogs
I moved from the area now to the gate
Where are the three stations, the spire in the sky is stuck
And I'm in the new apartment and disappeared
But to be honestly say, then I miss you
On the rill on the park and the bridge, in Luzhkov,
On the warm stone on the Tretyakov Alley
Inquimanki where CSH Park Stoi
I remember we loved there to read and drink beer
But I will return to this city, soon back
Home, to those who are expensive to hear nice
To the one that I love who gives me a caress
There where is my god here, feel that everything is not in vain
Chorus
The sun will warm the airplane wing
And I will remind you the alleys of Arbat
I dedicate you these lines
The road to my city, I keep the way back
(x2)
Slim:
I'll buy a ticket and go for me to go far
Express, airfield and I already high
Fasten the belts, disable mobile
I downloaded new games and a couple of films
AUTOV, OTHER AND I'm already far in the ears tight bertok
Opened electronic notepad
What to write about? What am I not the same?
Yes, it seems that, just time goes ahead
Much has happened for this and previous year.
It's all fun and go further carries
By the way, we read, but not sing
I also make bits and do not play nothing
Ptahi daughter grows, already stuck
Pope for the first album who heard he will understand
There was still something about maple
Who cries outside the window, shot it for a long time
Please me water and tomato juice
Turbulence zone shakes plane
Centr thanks for everything, Moscow Thank you for inspiration
That the forces gives me.
Coupling is almost ready, but how to finish
About garden stitch, night, Rossian
No, it's not something again about the same thing.
I will write later, because I will continue here later
Chorus
The sun will warm the airplane wing
And I will remind you the alleys of Arbat
I dedicate you these lines
The road to my city, I keep the way back
(x2)