The nights of Petersburg are caramel colors,
With the smell of lilac,
with the eternal mystery of the stars,
Time dies,
in the world parallel
Gold shell
reflected the bridge.
The nights of St. Petersburg are the sweet whisper of summer ...
Affectionate cat,
curving his tail,
Hands in the palm of your hand
red dawn
Firm and resilient -
The Hermitage Bridge.
Petersburg nights ... who invented you?
Nevskaya water
washed yesterday's canvas ...
Where two walk,
caramel dusk
light semicircle
draw a bridge.
