Love you, Peter's creation, You've been on the water for so many years You are simply astounded When I'm not with you The rain, the light, It's a dead night, Not like here in Moscow- a madhouse! There's more about the culture, Taya At the communal kitchen table. you're sitting, and it's like In the restaurant, Are you ready to confess your love, Some beautiful Anna, And pilaf is getting beautifully cold on the table. And the music is playing Gently, And the musician is already gray- haired And outside the Neva River, it is boundless Playing wave after wave! You sit and think, The capital. because I love you alone! But there is also Moscow, and nevertheless the capital! And I'm bursting on the edge! I have to decide It's not easy at all, What should I do and how should I live. From St. Petersburg to Moscow by wagon, Both from love to love!
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