Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Придет пора, и золотым дождем...

The time will come and the golden rain
Petersburg will shower a solemn fall ...
And everyone will think about their own,
And we will not ask each other about anything.

And the Sphinxes over the Neva, from the cold trembling,
Throw on the shoulders the warmth of the rays in the morning.
And the wind, pushing the apple tree to the ground,
Undress with her strong hand, dissolute.

On the Nevsky pass cobblestone pavement ...
A distant span rumbles over stones ...
Where are you, wretched, wait,
Do not disappear, please, around the bend.

The time will come and the stones in the palaces
Icy breath will light a fire in fireplaces.
Blood will drain from a pale face
A candle suddenly bursts into flame carmine.

A curly-haired boy will suddenly bend over a leaf,
Over the rhyme over the unexpected hop
And the sky looks with sadness and longing
At the monument at the Russian Museum ...