Leningrad

+ 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!