Юлия Балабанова - Маленький город - запись 2008 года
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SMALL TOWN

On a bicycle with shiny knitting needles
Best) rides with large eyelashes -
Red strands with a rope retinue,
A yard retinue is worn nearby.

Ah, how this little city is tired
From her leprosy!
Ah, pharmacy, mail, station -
Another circle, once again,
Many times ...

On a car with shiny wings
The beast saws dusty roads -
In fire curls, butterflies are spinning,
Kuritsy squeeze under the benches with horror.

Ah, how this little city is tired
From her quirks!
Ah, pharmacy, mail, station -
She is still here
For some reason here ...

On rails to the capital from the city of sleeping
Bestial rushes behind the glory of a brilliant ...
No longer see you, sleepy streets, dark,
Fire flashing through the windows of carriage.

Ah, how this little city is tired
From her, but here -
Ah, he did not think, did not know,
That only she lives her,
Only he is waiting for her ...

Ah, how this little city is tired
Without her leprosy!
Ah, pharmacy, mail, station -
Another circle, once again,
Many more, many times ...

10/21/2005