Текст песни Олег Митяев - Родной Челябинск мой

Where b fate I did not swing,
I remember his father's house and his city.
In which our youth was held,
Which we will meet with you.

Native Chelyabinsk my - the city of joy
City youth and first love
At the age associated with toboysudboyu
In our hearts burn your lights

Potikha streets we walked together
Here, the first time you said I love
He called his fate only,
At dawn I gave dawn.

Native Chelyabinsk my - the city of joy
City youth and first love
At the age associated with toboysudboyu
In our hearts burn your lights.

Find the words to me such delicate
Fold the music that would be used for the ages,
Native to the streets to give away the songs I
Where in each line of "I love you"

Native Chelyabinsk my - the city of joy
City youth and first love
At the age associated with toboysudboyu
In our hearts burn your lights
In my soul I burn your lights