Город (gorod)

I look at the calendar, and I know that winter's coming,
I see how the colours are changing on our streets,
I see the birds through the trellis of yellow leaves,
My twentieth autumn is driving me crazy...

I love this city,
But the winter here's too long,
I love this city,
But the winter here's too dark,
I love this city,
But it's so terrible to be here alone,
And behind the beautiful patterns of ice,
The window's lost it's purity...

The lights behind the window shine for almost the whole day,
During this time I don't believe my eyes, I just trust my clock,
And now I'm just trying to stay warm,
Another year's just passed - how many are left?

I love this city,
But the winter here's too long,
I love this city,
But the winter here's too dark,
I love this city,
But it's so terrible to be here alone,
And behind the beautiful patterns of ice,
The window's lost it's purity...