White nights are over Leningrad


White night stand over Leningrad.
Like the day Narva outpost is visible.
All adorned attire,
Along joyful spring.

Along the street are people passing
And I do not know that in my heart sings.
I go to my dear,
Dear Kirov factory.

Light shop meets me like a friend.
And involuntarily smile towards me.
On the machine, my friend,
My dear friend.

Her hands are not simple - gold,
And a nice - not take his eyes.
I have another such in Russia,
In Russia, more beautiful to be found.

Here at the Kirov my whole life and glory.
Here is my big love blossomed.
And forever I make,
Narva Zastava sweet.