The evil of winter give way to spring.
Again you are washed with living water.
Imperceptibly we become adults,
Only you, as always young.
How can someone not like you,
Our city, we are always with you.
All flows our river beauty,
Trains run past the Windows.
You are both native and beautiful to us,
But we always remember one thing.
Our city-you are a part of Russia.
We're singing this song to you.
Let not a little has already been passed,
But it's too early for us to retire.
Toguchin-our small homeland
And we don't need another life.