Familiar place,
My favorite
Im walking around Tomsk,
As if with you
The warmth of your hands
And your tender gaze
Old buses,
Nomadic row,
Passing acquaintances
Those who died long ago,
When it was?
Cant remember, its gone!
Forgotten, everything is in the past!
How sad it is to walk
There, through the years,
Come back again.
My favorite
Im walking around Tomsk,
As if with you
The warmth of your hands
And your tender gaze
Old buses,
Nomadic row,
Passing acquaintances
Those who died long ago,
When it was?
Cant remember, its gone!
Forgotten, everything is in the past!
How sad it is to walk
There, through the years,
Come back again.