Андрей Скатов - Моя Калуга
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My mood cannot be conveyed in words
This atmosphere cannot be described with poems
This state is the expectation of a miracle
And it did not understand where it came from

Muddy paints, Soviet buildings
From the dirty window of a bright white four
To the historical center on Lenin Street
White House, old bargaining, to the house movement

Thinking calmly, relaxed body
The motive of the cool soul suddenly sang
Song about life and about different routes
For which it will be very cool to ride

And in the morning, lanterns are still on expensive
The right bank in the colors of the dawn, froze in the distance
Miles of broken asphalt of the city of childhood
Here are my friends, here is my place

Two hundred kilometers from Russia Center
Soviet buildings, old churches.
She is one of my old friends -
First love is my kaluga

Shopping centers changed the city
But I keep in my heart the appearance that is dear
Soon six hundred and fifty - round date
Large plans, but there is no fantasies

Governor, please: “Save it for descendants
They should not get architectural fragments! ”
Problems of traffic jams are also very relevant
Build the embankment early, which is not real?

And so everything is fine, my kaluga is growing
Areas expand from the north and from the south
The streets are laid with paving slabs
But she is no longer the same as on old cards

Kirov expanded, trees sawn down
The cinema "Cosmos" did not spare time
There is no square, where is the “twenty -first” now
Do you probably remember them?

Pontoon bridge, apple orchard
On the house of Tolmachev fire traces
They demolished a lot, you can’t list everything
But, and so in general my city has become clean

The skyscrapers are building quickly on the "right"
Cranes rise. Advertising screens
They offer quite a few - cheap apartments
But I live in the center, so don't, thanks

Two hundred kilometers from Russia Center
Soviet buildings, old churches.
She is one of my old friends -
First love is my kaluga