Текст песни Георгий Васильевич Свиридов - 7. Петербургская песенка

Petersburg song

I go, go pray
One in his hole.
Merchander will come,
Claim on the yard ...

About that free share
What I was not destined
That the wind is in the field
And in the yard - Spring.

And me - what is the case?
I walked one, forgotten.
And the candle did
And the pendulum knocks.

One, one hope
Won there in its window.
Light her clothes,
She will come to me.

My face is whiter
Than a white wall ...
Again, try again,
When she comes ...

Why it comes
To talk with me?
Why does the needle spend
Cheerful thread?

Why she drops
Merry words?
Why the face is inclined
And hides in lace?

After all, there is nothing to fear
And there is nothing to lose ...
But is it necessary to affect?
But can I say?

And what should she call - tender?
What heart flourished?
What does the wind blows snow?
What is light in the room?