Прощай, любимый город [Proshchay, lyubimyy gorod] [English translation]

Chorus, Nagrez

good bye! good bye cold city , You are my city full of potholes. Sorry, but I will return and be with you! good bye ! good bye cold city. You are my city full of potholes. Sorry, but I will return and be with you! But I will come back and be with you

Verse 1, Basta

where will I find the truth? To which shore should I sail to?

I kneel to the old man, my mom blesses me

There are holes in my pocket, the world is in front of my eyes

The world and will have to be lucky

Goodbye my southern city

We will be meeting one of these days, but it will have to be later

Everything that I have earned, lessens in my pocket

I will take with me a little money and memories

I’ll take with me my dream, hiding it from the eyes of strangers

I will start all over again for the thousandth time

When I walk through my path until the end my angel will be there

For now let's go smoke at the lobby

the tea is cold and you should chill out, well at least sleep for an hour

Dreams in realty, night until Moscow

All that was intended - let it be fulfilled

Meet me, my Moscow, my insomnia

Chorus, Nagrez

good bye! good bye cold city , You are my city full of potholes. Sorry, but I will return and be with you! good bye ! good bye cold city. You are my city full of potholes. Sorry, but I will return and be with you! But I will come back and be with you

Verse 2, Basta

Sometimes I just have to close my eyes for a moment -

And I see a boy standing in a crowd of people at the station;

He set off, not knowing what was waiting for him there -

The veil of obscurity, fog behind the fog.

The capital is a city of deception, a ghost city.

The city is waiting for the next madman who will challenge him.

The little man is just the detail of the big mechanism.

So there was life, I grew up too early.

Forgive me, baby, this is my eternal Rock'n'Roll!

I know that money is scarce, but music is my love.

For thousands of years I can’t think of anything else, I’m kinda damned.

From life to life - I'm from copy to copy.

On the wall to the skies break down and scramble again.

This is the last time, I swear, I promise myself.

My dream is a stained glass window of broken shards.

Another attempt, and there will be more such attempts!

How much evil they defied; how many quarrels, how many squabbles;

How many crumpled sheets in the table;

How many mother's tears, how many dreams about Rostov;

You know, I have not been counting them - how many winters have passed,

How many years spring after spring.

How many games are lost, how many tracks are on the air;

How many trodden roads, how many miles traveled.

How many more do you need to go to meet with you !?

My way is the way home, Rostov, my dear

Verse Nargez

good bye! good bye cold city , You are my city full of potholes. Sorry, but I will return and be with you! good bye ! good bye cold city. You are my city full of potholes. Sorry, but I will return and be with you! But I will come back and be with you

• Artist:Basta