Ленинградский Блюз (Leningradskiy Blues)
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Leningrad Blues (Leningrad Blues)
On Veterans Avenue, number thirty-one
A taxi rushes late at night, he sits in the car
The city waves with the light of the headlights, saying not to go
Drunk mind poisoned
He enters her place, silently turns off the light
There's no time for empty talk
Silhouettes unite in a sweet dance of love
The night was short
Three hundred years later and eight centuries later
He waits for a message from her in the cities of houses
Touching another, he will remember her
She was the brightest among the other shadows
He remembers her faintly, barely breathing
Because they will never meet - so fate decided
His heart shattered, what did he want?
This city won't forgive you for momentary pleasures
Leningrad girl
Leningrad girl
Leningrad girl
Leningrad girl
