Leningrad
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Leningrad
Plyus odin, nol', plyus dva, pochernela Zima
Rastsvetaet Yanvar' yazvoj neba, ha-ha!
S yuga veter pripolz, nesposobnyj na beg,
Pozhiraet, dohlyak, peresolennyj sneg.
A za nim, kak chuma - Vesna. *4
Oh-ha-ha-ha!
A na Nevskij sletelasya staya sapog,
A na Nevskom takaya stoit kuter'ma,
A nad Nevskim v glazok nablyudaet tyur'ma
Sostoyaschaya iz odinokih muzhchin,
Ni nashedshih prichin darovogo tepla.
Neponyatna ves'ma - Vesna. *4
Eh-ha-ha-ha!
A v kanalah voda otrazhaet mosty
I obryvy dvortsov, i kolonn lesa
I stoga kupolov, i kuryatnik-kiosk,
Razdayuschij za tak svyazki vyalenyh roz.
A kul'tura, vspotev v tsellofane dozhdej,
Ob'yavlyaet dlya vseh Nochi Belyh Nozhej
I boimsya vse my, chto dojdem do vojny...
Vinovata ona - Vesna. *4
Oh-ha-ha-ha!
Ej, Leningrad, Peterburg, Petrogradische
Marsovo pastbische, Zimnee kladbische.
Otprysk Rossii, na mat' ne pohozhij
Blednyj, hudoj, evroglazyj prohozhij.
Gerr Leningrad, do pupa zatovarennyj,
Zharenyj, parenyj, darenyj, kradenyj.
Ms'e Leningrad, revolyutsiej mechennyj,
Mebel' palivshij, dom perekalechennyj.
S oknami, babkami, l'vami, titanami,
Lipami, sfinksami, med'yu, Avrorami.
Ser Leningrad, Vy teplom izbalovany,
Vy v yanvare uzhe peretselovany.
Zhadnoj vesnoj vashi s nej otkroveniya
Vskryli mne veny toski i somneniya.
Pan Leningrad, ya vlyubilsya bez pamyati
V Vashi stal'nye glaza...
Napoi do p'yana - Vesna. *4
Ah-ha-ha-ha!
+ 1°, 0°, + 2° - the Winter blackened;
January is blooming like a sore in the sky, (HA-HA!)
Wind crawled from the South, unable to run -
It scavenges on the dead and over-salted snow.
And behind him like a plague - this Spring!
Behind him like a plague - this Spring!
Behind him like a plague - this Spring!
Behind him like a plague - Oh-ha-ha!
A swarm of boots gathered round Nevsky
Such a mess stands on the Nevsky…
The prison watches out the peep-hole on the Nevky, -
It consists out of lonely men,
Who didn't find a reason for such granted warmth.
Quite inapprehensible is she, this Spring!
Quite inapprehensible is she, this Spring!
Quite inapprehensible is she, this Spring!
Quite inapprehensible is she - Oh-ha-ha!
Water in the canals reflects the bridges,
The peaks of the palaces, forests of columns,
Stacks of cupolas, and the hen-house of kiosks
That give away bundles of dehydrated roses for free.
Eh, the Culture, - sweaty in the cellophane of rains,
Declares for all the Nights of White Knives!
And we're all afraid of the war.
It's all her fault, this Spring!
It's all her fault, this Spring!
It's all her fault, this Spring!
It's all her fault - Oh-ha-ha!
Eh, Leningrad, you Saint Petersburg, Peter's city -
Mars' pasture, Winter's graveyard.
Child of Russia, but you don't look like your mother -
You're a pale, thin, Europe-eyed individual!
"Herr" Leningrad, bloated with "products" -
Roasted, steamed, granted, stolen.
"Monsieur" Leningrad, with a revolutionary tag,
With burned furniture and crippled houses:
Windows, ladies, lions, titans,
Lindens, sphinxes, copper, and Auroras!
"Sir" Leningrad, you're spoiled with affection -
Already in January you've been excessively kissed!
With you greedy Spring and it's apocalypses
You cut open my veins of sorrow and doubt.
Eh, "Pan" Leningrad, I fell hopelessly in love
With your eyes of steel.
Let's drink to the end, this Spring!
Let's drink to the end, this Spring!
Let's drink to the end, this Spring!
Let's drink to the end - Oh-ha-ha-HA!
