Текст песни Песни нашего века - Ленинградская

It's hard for me to go back
With your population merge
My homeland, Leningrad,
Russian provinces are the capital.
How gray are your floors
How little light in the streets!
Like the bloom of a canal
Your non-fluid life.

On Nevsky movie advertising,
And in the Winter is still Vinci.
But the window is closed with dust
To Europe, now unnecessary.
Dozens of different signs
Bringing troubling news:
Palaces and canals on site,
But there is no former city.

But in the lap of your pavements
Sweet to me and slush, and the darkness,
Bye on your granites
Favorite dream shadows
And a fragile thread stretches
Along the time of shaky roadsides
And the white nights are warm
Which do not repay.

And in the wineglass on Mokhovaya
Among the drunk weary
We will drink the smoke over the Neva
From stacks of simple and faceted -
For the spiers of your eye
For the appearance of a fading past,
For as long as you live,
And we will somehow live.

1981