Текст песни Александр Дольский - Ленинградские акварели

The contours are clean, the glare is thin
roofs and bridges, arches ...
Dream of the shore, a ghostly river
froze while the parks.
The heavy wing sailed quietly
bright brow or
a tall wind boy over the Neva,
messenger angel on the spire.
Past the Savior, past the Duma
I am wandering around with friends
past the gloomy horsemen
to the bastion of Trubetskoy.
Inspirations of old architects
Petersburg ghosts
tease memory white night
and attracted to their possessions.
The edges of the coast, the rhythms of the clouds
in the lightness of strokes froze,
and water mica always bifurcated
boats and calm vessels.
Everything is unchanged - cadmium of old walls
and wells captive lilac,
echoes and rays multiply in the night
how the organ sounds the word.
Pinkish rain in April
colorful cathedrals
winter in blue watercolor
ocher autumn patterns.
Someone with a brush, someone with a thought
measured the channel of Leta,
someone honor someone life
paid for the plot.

1976