The Ballad of Leningrad


In the gray light of dawn, the Baltic,
The symphony brooding palaces
Iron fences wonderful sonnets
And the city's beautiful face.

Artists, poets, musicians -
We had the enviable fate:
Thee we give our talents,
You have made us - we make you

Your genius over centuries
Glorified verse and stone.
My City -
Art eternal flame.

As the song of the waters
Plyvosh you over the Neva
Through the years, for ages
It goes to immortality
Your beauty.

Your genius over centuries
Glorified verse and stone
Through the years, for ages
It goes to immortality
Your beauty. 1970