Текст песни Эмиль Горовец - Голубые города

Cities where I've been,
About whom he yearned,
I'm familiar from walls to roofs
People sometimes get rid of people
Their hometowns
To whom Moscow, to whom - Paris.

Well, if there are no traces
On the asphalt of cities,
It fits us well
We will come to the ends of the earth,
We will build a new house
And a sign on the wall

All the lights of the city
Do not go round ever.
At any stop, get off.
We have one secret
For two of us forty years,
As they say & quot; All-ahead & quot ;;

Per night, exactly on the floor
Our city is growing up.
Before all, the dawn comes to us.
People sometimes get rid of people
Blue cities
They do not have a name.