Novosibirsk

I live in a city that has a soul, He talks to us as we walk, Just be quiet and listen a little, The stories of the city are about everything. It's good to walk around Novosibirsk, Trees stand decorously along the street. You go and see the City look, Which looks from houses and shops. Siberian city with a lot of stories, It will not leave anyone indifferent. This is the city where a hundred theories are born And already on the moon lies a handful of his land. Our city has many faces, That flash like a carousel. This city is special, it is the capital of capitals, And we are all here with the hopes of flying. Novosibirsk – city of migratory birds, Who live in small apartments. There are many faces here every day, Which became the soul of Novosibirsk.