Chyornyj Pyos Peterbourg

Black dog Petersburg - his muzzle on his paws,
His ice-cold eyes cooling down in the dust.
Tonight I am breathing in your gravelly odor,
Gulping down names of streets, trains of houses.

Black Dog Petersburg - quiet horror of passersby,
Street-lights crammed into windows at night.
Wolves are howling on the Volkovskiy, looks like
Tomorrow it will be even merrier there.

This beast never hurries to get anywhere.
This night calls no one to no one.

Black Dog Petersburg - I hear your voice
Among the dead splendors, amidst the rasping umbrellas.
Your chords are scattered everywhere, like hair,
Like drops of blood on the stale rubles of the elderly.

Black Dog Petersburg - roofs, sofas,
And above the skewing roofs is emptiness.
In foyers glasses are filling with cinder.
Here in this impenetrable filth lives purity.

This beast never hurries to get anywhere.
This night calls no one to no one.

Black Dog Petersburg - dispersed gunpowder
Of mysteries of these walls that stand in cryptic silence.
Strange rustle breathes in every corner in the night.
Any monument here is in the state of war.

Black Dog Petersburg - time shriveled with moon,
And your old master played the trumpet;
You are silent together, as you recall a different
Arrangement of waves on the Neva.

Black Dog Petersburg - night stands by the pier -
Soon on my way, I do not have strength to outplay fate.
In this dark water a reflection of a beginning
I see, and, as he, I do not wish to die.

Black Dog Petersburg - is there even a speck of life
In this kingdom of walls that time vomited on?
But you are silent, you are always in a state of tranquility,
Even under the weight of the greatest changes.

This beast never hurries to get anywhere.
This night calls no one to no one.

Only me, only you, me, you, me, you…
Heart, our heart lives.
Only me, only you, me, you, me, you…
Heart, out heart lives.
Our heart sings.
This beast!
This night!
Only me, only you, me, you, me, you…
Heart… our heart lives.