Владимир Высоцкий - В холода
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In the cold, in the cold
From the homes
Others call us cities, -
Be it Minsk, be it Brest, -
In the cold, in the cold ...

It is not without reason, for a reason
From native poplars
We are all new to pull the places -
As if more fun there, -
It’s not without reason, for a reason ...

How are we at home not Gray -
Always not enough
New meetings to us and new friends - -
As if trouble with us
As if warm with them ...

However we
It’s good sometimes -
We return home.
Where is our star?
Maybe here, maybe there ...