Текст песни 1983 год - Мои руки- Балтийский завод

My hands - Baltic factory

My hands are the Baltic factory
My heart is Palace Square.
The Neva flows in my veins.
The chest burns the Field of Mars fire.
Petersburg will not marry the prince
At the Moscow merchant's daughter.
Leningrad, Leningrad,
I will never part with you.

The city of Pushkin, the city of Petra,
You are crazy about foreign countries.
You are open to all the winds of the world,
Arrow proudly framed their chest.
The city of Pushkin, the city of Petra,
You stayed the capital for me
At least Moscow, at least Moscow
Nothing to blame me.

White Nights...
This is a gray curb against a gray wall,
White Nights...
And we do not need comparisons with Venice!
At the lanterns of the Leningrad spring
White Nights.

I will pass my city with yards
From the Moscow outpost to the Moika,
I'll wait on Vasilievsky night -
There, at the Harbor, my friend lives.
There are ships in all languages
Browsing over uneasily.
Leningrad, Leningrad
A white seagull swims over the sea.

White Nights...
This is a gray curb against a gray wall,
White Nights...
And we do not need comparisons with Venice!
At the lanterns of the Leningrad spring
White Nights.

My hands are the Baltic factory
My heart is Palace Square.
The Neva flows in my veins.
The chest burns the Field of Mars fire.
Petersburg will not marry the prince
At the Moscow merchant's daughter.
Leningrad, Leningrad,
I will never part with you.