I'm leaving PlushchikAt 10.00 the planeI won't be at home anymoreI'm flying away like a rockFrom our snow-covered streetsI'm going to other worldsAnd in the hustle and bustle of their highwaysTo escape the heatThe snow is fallingAnd it covers my trailWill I everDream about the snow falling?My vertical ManhattanLooks high, but not farBut somehow I fitInto this verticalI'm just standing on PlushchikSomewhere in the sidewalkWith a handful of January snowAnd snow in my handsThe snow is fallingAnd it covers my trailWill I everDream about the snow falling?I knew that one dayI would come to Plushchik and buy a seriesI'll call and find out how many winters, how many yearsSome boy with my voice will say,Dad, hi!She has flowers, and you have a CD-ROMEverything is broken, the information is on itLet's sit for an hour, have some teaAnd then we'll go to PlushchikEnjoy your sweets, it's a veteran's songThe snow is fallingAnd it covers my trailWill I everDream about the snow falling?The snow is fallingAnd it covers my trailWill I everDream about the snow falling?The snow is fallingAnd it covers my trailWill I everDream about the snow falling?