Love you,
Peter's creation,
You've been on the water for so many years
You are simply astounded
When I'm not with you
The rain, the light,
It's a dead night,
Not like here in Moscow - a madhouse!
There's more about the culture, Taya
At the communal kitchen table...
you're sitting, and it's like
In the restaurant,
Are you ready to confess your love,
Some beautiful Anna,
And pilaf is getting beautifully cold on the table.
And the music is playing
Gently,
And the musician is already gray-haired
And outside the Neva River, it is boundless
Playing wave after wave!
You sit and think,
The capital...
because I love you alone!
But there is also Moscow, and nevertheless the capital!
And I'm bursting on the edge!
I have to decide
It's not easy at all,
What should I do and how should I live...
From St. Petersburg to Moscow by wagon,
Both from love to love!