2017.09.30.
Saint Petersburg
Peter, Peter,You know a lot, you've seen so much,
And all I want to say to you -
just These words.
I buy a train ticket again.
A little jealous and a little upset,
Seeing me off to the station
Moscow at night.
The sky, the sky ...
Above you is quite another sky,
Frosty air breathes Nevsky,
Winter is coming soon.
And I go and smile at everyone,
I rise above the clouds,
And they nod to me, taking off their hats,
At the Nevsky House.
Somewhere, somewhere
In the favorite parks, the summer hid,
And a light rain on the gutter
He plays the trumpet.
Dug echoes in the courtyards of the wells,
On the old roof the sun is walking,
And the coffee smells, and all the coffee houses
They call to themselves.
Hello, city!
I'll walk along the square along the cathedral.
You have a the cruiser Aurora
And many other ships.
And I only have the guitar,
A little pair of samovar,
In her hand is a a titmouse dreamed
V formation of migratory birds
And I live on another planet,
There is little light and an eternal wind.
And, as if frustrated strings,
The wires are buzzing.
And sometimes I feel bad,
And it's been so long before dawn,
Then I leave everything as it is
And I'm coming back here.
Oh, this old bridge!
They remember everything, they are alive,
And every stone in the garden
It still believes in dreams.
And I stand as an inconspicuous shadow
In a old coat, under the starry canopy, I look,
For the second time, when i am fading away, I look,
How drawbridges are raising up.