Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Я люблю возвращаться в свой город

I love coming back to my town suddenly , in the evening,
Forcing his way through the crowd of familiar solid clouds,
And the airfield down , hmeleya from meeting
Choking cool salty Baltic winds.

I love coming back to my town smoky guest
Take a taxi cab in the parking lot where there is no more comfortable ,
And nearly the brakes on the street Rossi
In anticipation of brilliance flashed away epaulette .

My God, how I love, how I love to go back home ...
How to read a prayer room Leningrad machines
And with native Petrograd at the old mosque dating
Flying by the white nights of the soul intoxicated .

Pouring rain over me, over the Neva River and the Holy Synod
Since that time , as told to found the city of Peter the decree .
I love to go back , knowing the weather,
Because it used to be deceived by it for an hour .

We will go quietly , to yourself and others quickly,
A & quot; Aurora & quot; stand , and lights on the Rostral burn.
We will go to other poets sang ,
And shining , polished brass bands blared .

I love coming back to my town suddenly , in the evening,
Forcing his way through the crowd of familiar solid clouds,
And the airfield down , hmeleya from meeting
Choking cool salty Baltic winds.