Шабалин Сергей Леонидович - Город юности моей
текст песни

Amidst coniferous forests and boundless fields,
There lies a spot in Siberia that is dearest to the heart.
Where the little Oka River carries its waters,
Stands a small town with the beautiful name of Zima.
Outwardly, it seems no more remarkable than any other town,
Yet in the spring, its meadows are draped in garlands of flowers.
The lilac-scented mist is so intoxicating and beguiling,
It brings a breeze from childhood—something kind and familiar.

City of my youth, city of my destiny—
How beautiful you are, my city of Zima!
Within your bounds, one finds true peace of mind;
Live on and prosper, my beloved hometown!

It boasts no skyscrapers; it is quite small in size,
Yet it is home to people with open, generous souls.
At the very first call, they rush to lend a hand—
Selflessly offering aid and warding off misfortune.
How many different people this little town has seen!
It was at our station that Vysotsky once stood,
And Yevtushenko was born upon this Siberian soil—
It was through his ballad that the world first learned of Zima!

In the summer grove, nightingales sing among the birches,
While high above the river, swifts dart across the sky.
Like a scene from a fairytale, the fields are carpeted with wild strawberries—
How beautiful, how soulful is this native land!
For Siberia is a source of pride and boundless freedom—
The ancient taiga stretching toward the snow-capped mountains.
There is no place dearer than the land where one’s youth was spent;
Forever in my heart lives my city—Zima!