On Zarechnaya Street


When spring comes - I do not know
Rains, the snow will descend,
But you tell me, my own street,
And in bad weather road.

On this street teenager
Chasing pigeons on the roofs
And here, at this junction,
Love met her.

Now he is not happy to have met:
My soul is full of you.
Why, why in this world
There unrequited love?

The world a lot of different streets
But I do not change the address;
In my life you have become a major,
I own my street! 1956