Проспект Металлургов - Кухни чужих городов
текст песни

The time has come, little one,
Tomorrow I'm leaving
The journey will last forever
In thoughts of our first meeting
Again and again
I will remember you
In a dusty compartment carriage
Time has gone irrevocably
Somewhere the city remains
Cold will fill my heart
All my best lines
I will write on the road
The night will become my friend
I will remember you
The days fly by so brightly
Don't be sad, girl.
Kitchens of foreign cities
Where evening falls, where I feel better
Kitchens of foreign cities
Where the guitar plays all night, where I'm not yet old
Kitchens of foreign cities
Remember, remember! Our last meeting
Hair, lips, shoulders
I caught it with just a glance
That we won't be together
You'll understand everything, I know
Tomorrow I'm leaving
These are just childhood dreams
Wipe your tears quickly
The years will soon fly by
And I'll return to your city
In a noisy crowd of acquaintances
I'll meet you again
You'll smile sweetly
Time has changed everything
Someone completely different
Will take you home
Kitchens of foreign cities
Where evening falls, where I'll feel better
Kitchens of foreign cities
Where the guitar plays all night, where I'm not yet old
Kitchens of foreign cities
Remember, remember! Where the guitar plays all night, where I'm not yet old
Where the guitar plays all night, where I'm not yet old
Kitchens of foreign cities
Where evening will come, where I'll feel better
Kitchens of foreign cities
Where the guitar plays all night, where I'm not yet old
Joy knows no bounds!
Remember, remember!