**intro:** - The pryanik breaks in my hands... [Instrumental Build-Up] [Guitar Solo] **Verse:** Snow melts on old roads, Evening pulls a guitar thread. I walk between towers and walls, Once again, I have something to love. [Guitar Solo] **Chorus:** Tulaa and tea from the SamovAar, It’s cold, but I’m not afraid, Every street is like a new song, And here I’m alive, without losing myself! [Guitar Solo] Here I liive [Guitar Solo] Without losing myseelf [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] **Verse:** I just want to remember Tula, Like the first snow on the Kremlin, Like the scent of streets after the rain. It’s cold, but... this city has become a part of me. [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] **Chorus:** Tulaa and tea from the SamovAar, It’s cold, but I’m not afraid, Every street is like a new song, And here I’m alive, without losing myself! [Guitar Solo] Here I liive [Guitar Solo] Without losing myseelf [Guitar Solo] Here I liive [Guitar Solo] Without losing myseelf... **Bridge:** And the old janitor sweeps away the sleeping February. The wind draws a lost path... Break it in half... this pryanik And drink... some hot tea [Distant Outro] [End] [Silence]
