Текст песни Анна Островская - Город вместо меня взрослеет... чит. А. Дубровский

He knocks on the rain in the temple
And the sunset is again aleys.
The city is growing with me,
The city is growing up instead of me.

Then wraps himself in fog,
That will put on a snow fur coat.
I'm used to his rains
To his music, songs, people.

And to the sadness of his poems,
And to the desperate partings.
At his divorce bridges
I made so many desires!

We love the city instead of me
The city with me is sad.
He is his own sister,
And my friends help me out:

hug at a meeting so
As if life is not yet in vain.
The city will give me a sign again
Where is the entrance to a happy fairy tale.

I stand again at the pillar.
The angel looks at the city strictly.
A crowd is buzzing on the palace
In anticipation of the songs of new ones.

The sun is hiding behind Neva,
He runs away at the arrow again.
The city breathes with me,
The city is sick instead of me -

This is autumn. Winter is behind her.
There will be summer, of course, good.
And someone instead of me
The mature will hug the city.