Городок [Gorodok] [English translation]

Oh, how I am longing to return

Oh, how I am longing to storm back into my small town

To my street with three houses

Where everything is simple and familiar, just for a day

Where everyone is welcome to visit without notice

Where there is no envy and hatred, to my sweet home

Where births are celebrated

and the funerals are attended by everyone.

Time and time passes and snow swirls

And the neighbors moved away who knows where

When they came to demolish our houses

We joked with you, my friend

that it will be OK.

Once a year I receive a tiny letter

Congratulating me with Christmas

and wishing me to have a long life

It's just 8 quiet lines

And the handwriting changed somewhat

That's all, regards.

Oh, how I am longing to return

Oh, how I am longing to storm back into my small town

To my street with three houses

Where everything is simple and familiar, just for a day

Where everyone is welcome to visit without notice

Where there is no envy and hatred, to my sweet home

Where births are celebrated

and the funerals are attended by everyone.

Only in dreams do I see faces

Less than half I recognize, it is too bright

Year passed, mailbox

I opened - two newspapers, no letters.

Oh, how I am longing to return

Oh, how I am longing to storm back into my small town

To my street with three houses

Where everything is simple and familiar, just for a day

Where everyone is welcome to visit without notice

Where there is no envy and hatred, to my sweet home

Where births are celebrated

and the funerals are attended by everyone.

• Artist:Anzhelika Varum