Текст песни Oleg-Pogudin - Leningradskaya-muzyka--muz-i-sl-B-Okudzhavy-1962

Leningrad music

Still stars last not burned
You stand up, you get out of bed, come down to the courtyards,
There, where - firewood, where watercolor strokes are motley ...
And the ringing violin Rastrelli will hear you.

Not true, not true, all - the doctors that seem to be old
Stales and years! Barely you find here,
how in the bell dome gold hit,
Columns Moody pipes will be redeemed.

Merry midnight Love - yes in the morning you hope ...
When neither sins and neither the sorrows can chop
Swing, Needle Tweaks with Admiralty
And in the heart will hit the old blood to hand over.

Oh, not at all for the sake of a parade, not for the sake of award
and just for us leaving gown from the gate,
granite drums, clarines fences,
Menuets whistle ... and sings streets!

1962.