Текст песни Юрий Охочинский - Юный Петербург

The wind is angry in Petersburg
The fog is falling.
In the best city ever
Writes his novel in autumn.
Under gray clouds
Someone is looking, someone is waiting ...
Damp houses
The city breathes, life goes on.

Chorus: To you, my young Petersburg, I sing again ...
Poems soar over the pale light of the squares.
I give you, my Petersburg, my dream,
The angel of the golden soul will open the locks ...

The ghost of time flies over the cold Neva,
This eternal sentry plays quietly with destinies.
Suddenly a carriage appears, a candle fire flashes -
For a poet in love, the waltz will spin in the night.

After the night comes the morning of a northern day
Noisy Peter comes to life, chasing dark thoughts.
Hanging in a light haze, bridges glisten over the water.
Here I live, flourishing, here you will open your eyes ...