Текст песни Марина Стрельцова - Питерский вальс

The spring wind touches the dress
Chintz dress with a snow yoke.
He also touches the leaves of the young,
Neva water, and a fragile boat.

Forty-first year, spring is blooming.
Peter is covered in emerald maples.
The smell of lilacs descends over Nevsky
Blessing the happy lovers

Chorus:
Was it true? maybe we dreamed?
Old album, pre-war years ...
There was, of course, a velvet tablecloth,
A vase, and in it surprised cornflowers.

The disaster swept through the midnight thunder.
Like hailstones in a spring garden.
The dress from chintz has turned into an overcoat.
Is it necessary, girls, or maybe not?

Forty-third year. On the streets of St. Petersburg
People are falling. They rise again.
Voice over the radio. Fates are crumbling.
The thunder continues, the waltz continues.

Chorus.

Forty-fifth year. Spring is opening.
Young girl in a dress made of chintz
Looks at the sky: the cranes are returning.
It means that she is not dreaming at all.

Forty-fifth year. Victory volleys.
The smell of lilacs descends over the Nevsky.
Everything is as always, only loved ones
Many of us only smile in our sleep.

Chorus.