PETERSBURG. PETROGRAD. LENINGRAD.

Under the scorching light of the moon, From the heights of St. Isaac's, I gaze beneath the haze of blue At the cycle of time. Where from time immemorial To our bright and good days. Born in toil and hardship, the great city of The Colosseum. Petersburg, Petrograd, Leningrad. Endless white nights, Leningrad. Petersburg, Petrograd, I love you, My city very much. You are the playwright of my culture. You weave sonnets with the Neva. Petrograd, Leningrad, Petersburg, I am bound to you forever. I will fly over the avenue of dreams. I will walk through the palaces and squares. I'll linger by your beauty and I'll feel something I don't know. I'll be silent above the magical Neva, And I'll certainly wait for the dawn. I'll whisper, "Hello, my dear city," And my soul will be warmed by happiness. Petersburg, Petrograd, Leningrad. Endless white nights, Leningrad. Petersburg, Petrograd, I love you, My city very much. You are the playwright of my culture. You weave sonnets with the Neva. Petrograd, Leningrad, Petersburg, I am bound to you forever. Petersburg, Petrograd, Leningrad. Endless white nights, Leningrad. Petersburg, Petrograd, I love you, My city very much. You are the playwright of my culture. You weave sonnets with the Neva. Petrograd, Leningrad, Petersburg, I am bound to you forever.