Текст песни Георгий Свиридов - Петербургская песенка

Performed by Dmitry Hvorostovsky (baritone)
(the order of the quatrains is not original, but Sviridov's)

I walk, I wander dejected,
Alone in his burrow.
The gloomy organ-grinder will come,
Crying in the yard ...

About that free share
That I was not destined
That the wind is in the field
And it's spring outside.

And what does it matter to me?
I wander alone, forgotten.
And the candle burned out
And the pendulum is knocking.

One, one hope
Over there, in her window.
Her clothes are light
She will come to me.

My face is whiter
Than a white wall ...
Again, again, I’ll get lost,
When she comes ...

Why does she come
Talk to me?
Why does it lead to the needle
A fun thread?

Why does she drop
Funny words?
Why does the face bow
And hides in lace?

There is nothing to be afraid of
And nothing to lose ...
But is it necessary to tell?
But can you tell?

And what should I say to her - tender?
That the heart has blossomed?
That the wind blows snow?
What's light in the room?