I'm leaving Plushchik
At 10.00 the plane
I won't be at home anymore
I'm flying away like a rock
From our snow-covered streets
I'm going to other worlds
And in the hustle and bustle of their highways
To escape the heat
The snow is falling
And it covers my trail
Will I ever
Dream about the snow falling?
My vertical Manhattan
Looks high, but not far
But somehow I fit
Into this vertical
I'm just standing on Plushchik
Somewhere in the sidewalk
With a handful of January snow
And snow in my hands
The snow is falling
And it covers my trail
Will I ever
Dream about the snow falling?
I knew that one day
I would come to Plushchik and buy a series
I'll call and find out how many winters, how many years
Some boy with my voice will say,
Dad, hi!
She has flowers, and you have a CD-ROM
Everything is broken, the information is on it
Let's sit for an hour, have some tea
And then we'll go to Plushchik
Enjoy your sweets, it's a veteran's song
The snow is falling
And it covers my trail
Will I ever
Dream about the snow falling?
The snow is falling
And it covers my trail
Will I ever
Dream about the snow falling?
The snow is falling
And it covers my trail
Will I ever
Dream about the snow falling?