Talk of the town


Parapets along silently wander we
Dry leaves poking.
The longer the path, the more completed,
Especially hot shower singing.

How good that the heart is right
It does not require the awards.
And the rest, so probably,
For us doskazhet Leningrad.

Our city, the Baltic smelling,
It stands on the banks of the Neva,
How hospitable the house open,
It should not give the enemy.

As we fought besieged winter
The whole city is like a soldier
Grateful for all Russia,
About doskazhet Leningrad.

And our song ends
With the touch of silence.
Let the glorious city does not grieve
And the age-old dreams.

Let the grass swaying in the gardens.
And over the graves of soldiers
Unique song heard
Your eternal voice, Leningrad ... 1970