Текст песни Лёха Никонов - Это было под Выборгом

It was under the election
on September day.
So what we chose,
My joy?
Obidnov and gossip,
that the whole city sings.
So what we won,
My grief?
We built a monument
without folk trail,
not big and not small
From fragments of fate,
without illusions of hope
Without unexpected words.
See how before -
Between us love
What looks like a whore
In the expectation of the pile
Stretch my hand
where dawns, sunsets,
Where has passed time
Where is your smile.
It was under the election
on September day.