Clouds of floating clouds gather in
over my city of glory.
And even I myself do not seem to know:
Why is he so fond of me?
Perhaps, for what is more beautiful in the world, people
-the handsome people and prospects with us,
And in the dawn of pink the soft dawn
I bathe my soul every time ?!
Little sounds of fountain singing in the city
In fluorescent light ...
There feed the children in the shadow of chestnuts,
From them, pigeons.
Such a bride tree is on
amazing magical spring,
What does not have the power to be taken for a moment
I look mesmerized!
And the island where the pines are magnificent,
Where leaf birches whisper,
appealing to himself a majestic bird song,
That touches right into tears!
Here the waves of the river to the edge are flanked by granite,
Trying to moderate its severity.
Here the waves of the river to the edge are flanked by granite,
Trying to moderate its severity.
And with the secret delight, trembling with
Hidden cent kept this thread ...
But most importantly, my dear city is dear to me
due to the fact that destiny found it there!
Half of it, defense, support
Forever forever found!
For the fact that I live not grieving, not crying
And rejoice every day,
Yes in the heart of enthusiasm, in the heart of my heat
keep my love forever.
Grow children, grandchildren, and I am young
With joy from the heart!
And with me, being greener,
And the city is loved, dear!
