There is a fabulous place in Russia taiga
West Siberian Railway.
There, on the right bank of the beautiful Tom
Old city lights flickered.
North Wind blew with cranberry bogs,
Wild edge frosty day threw zavorotnik.
And I breathe a hundred percent free oxygen.
The harsh climate to the local tourists not used!
Here bears, capercaillie, here at comfort,
Cedars ancient, sacred springs.
Hospitable people with the king's years of living,
Worldwide, it is know that we are called Siberians.
Time to go home where the taiga and the white snow,
Where can breathe freely live in peace man
Siberian paradise under heaven there is great and simple
Shining golden domes, Tomsk!
Russian church here, I bow down to the ground
And on the icon of a pure heart pray
Hello friends and tell your friends!
For Tomsk citizens, I raise my glass!
Loss:
Oil, gas, enough of my great-grandchildren;
Thriftily taxis strong hand.
Cities do not count, but one native Tomsk,
Come be glad to welcome all guests.
I walked around the earth, saw a white light,
But the home as a tractor pulls everything:
Our beautiful Siberians were not and no,
It is no secret, because everyone knows it!
Where he was born - handy, her mother said,
And his father's blessing remember not forgotten
And the familiar streets of many years ago
I will go arm in arm with the memory of, how I lived here!
/ That is already under the wing will flash airport
/ My love is out there know where it believes, expects,
/ I hasten to their homeland, hurry through the year,
/ Those teenage years I will never forget!
/ When the swaying poplars, drizzling rain
/ When the girls first presented roses
/ Do not forget his father's house, and here is my toast
/ Keep the Lord, the great city of Tomsk!
