Текст песни Павел Хорошутин - Прощай, Москва

Farewell, Moscow, where it is noisy and warm
But the soul is nice and light
Already passed for the Urals
Just a little bit, and Baikal will shine
And I can not sleep, I do not read
Closing your eyes, in languishing represent
What now, after an hour
I breathe your cool breeze

Chorus:
I sing you, Siberian land
Loving for not loving
Beyond the vastness of the field of dreams
Over the summer heat, winter frost
For the wilderness under the wing
For being my home
In them is my home

Abroad, where time rushes faster
Where people seem so much more fun
Where the brilliance of neon ads played
And even there, I confess, I yearned

Chorus:
Singing You, Siberian Land
Loving for not loving
Over the mountains, oxen with reef cliffs
For foamy rivers noisy shaft
For the wilderness under the wing
For being my home
In them is my home

Here the grief is angrier, brighter than happiness a moment
What you like, you can directly
And even trunks of birch and poplars
Straight as human characters

Chorus:
I sing you, Siberian land
Loving for not loving
For flocks of red bullfinches
For the fact that people are kinder
I sing you, Siberian land
Loving for not loving

Farewell, Moscow, where it is noisy and warm
But the soul is nice and light
Already passed for the Urals
Just a little bit, and Baikal will shine