Текст песни О. Митяев - Сл. И. Бродского, муз. Л. Марголина - Ни страны, ни погоста...

Neither country nor graveyard
I do not want to choose.
On the Vasilyevsky Island
I'll die.
Your facade navy
I do not find in the dark ,
In the faded lines
On asphalt fall .

And the soul , constantly
Hurried into the darkness ,
Will fly over bridges
In Petrograd smoke
And the April drizzle,
Under the neck in snow ,
And I hear a voice:
- Good-bye , my friend .

And I see two lives
Far away across the river ,
To indifferent homeland
Snuggling cheek ,
- Like a girl sister
From unlived years
Running out to the island ,
Waving boy followed .