Игорь Скляр - Маршруты Московские
текст песни

Routes Moscow routes Friends
Let's sit in the "Bukashechka" wave at random
In a circle to a wide ring to the garden
We’ll turn the narrow streets to the Arbat
Green boulevards and old courtyards
Legends metropolitan lilac view
Ivy three poplars your brown eyes
I spend me on the station station

By an electric from Moscow
I'll go I go to nowhere
Where the cry of owl is heard
Where the meltwater is crushed in puddles, yes-yes

Routes Moscow routes are well -known
Girls Funny eyes Firefish
Sausage scraps are fresh
Kabluki Kabluchki

By an electric from Moscow
I'll go I go to nowhere
Where the cry of owl is heard
Where the meltwater is crushed in puddles, yes-yes

Routes Moscow routes central
But beckoning more and more often forest grass
The landless land communal
My city Moscow remained in childhood

By an electric from Moscow
I'll go I go to nowhere
Where the cry of owl is heard
Where the meltwater is crushed in puddles, yes-yes

By an electric from Moscow
I'll go, I'll go nowhere, yes, yes, yes
Where the cry of owl is heard
Where the meltwater is crushed in puddles, yes-yes