Come on everybody!

Probably it'll be the cold,
Probably the moon began to cough slightly.
But it could be from the salt and sand
They got tired of the city, tired of the clouds

I go through the city
I go through the streets
I go
I'll definitely find you
I go through the city
I go through the streets
I go
I'll definitely find you

And it could be the cables,
The trains shake, and the year drags on...
Tam-tara-raram - melted snow,*
But it could be and no,
But it could be and yes...

I go, I go, I go through the city
I go, I go through the streets
I go, I go

Fly, fly, fly my soul,
Fly above the city, hurrying behind a cloud.
Palms will gather evening and then,
On the bench I'll fall asleep, by rustling newspapers.

I walk, through the city I walk, through the streets I walk
I'll definitely find you.
I walk, through the city I walk, through the streets I walk
I'll definitely find you...

Chorus

*Tam-tara-raram is like "La, La, La..."

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