On the streets of our capital


On the streets of our capital
I came a young festival.
And joy light face,
And the stars shone distance.
I rejoice every minute,
When I am with you,
I rejoice every, every hour,
Which was presented by fate!

Gone with the busiest areas
We are in the park, and bredom on the grass.
Perhaps a hundred thousand lovers
We will meet in Moscow today.
Distant sounds of the orchestra
Float and are carried away ...
Oh, if only a week, last week,
Could festival night!

/ Orchestral loss /

But with each passing minute, I know,
Closer separation from you,
When leaving Moscow,
You sad mahnosch my hand.
Bitter and sad parting,
When parting, love.
But what would not happen - I believe, I believe -
What to see you again! 1957