| In winter, white-capped trees and buildings,
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| Longer than an evening and shorter than a goodbye,
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| But I, like in summer, am ready before dawn
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| To wander along your wide pavements,
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| Through your snowy and bright streets.
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| Let the Neva be covered with a blizzard,
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| Let the Summer Garden breathe frost.
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| You look into my eyes, and I feel warm, light,
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| My Leningrad, my Leningrad.
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| Let the Neva be covered with a blizzard,
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| Let the Summer Garden breathe frost.
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| You look into my eyes, and I feel warm, light,
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| My Leningrad, my dear Leningrad.
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| And Nevsky Prospekt, and Aurora, and Smolny,
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| Here you hear the voice of history involuntarily.
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| My wonderful city, you are bright and young,
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| And you are dear to mankind not in vain -
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| Here our happiness was born dawn.
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| Let the Neva be covered with a blizzard,
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| Let the Summer Garden breathe frost.
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| You look into my eyes, and I feel warm, light,
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| My Leningrad, my Leningrad.
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| Let the Neva be covered with a blizzard,
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| Let the Summer Garden breathe frost.
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| You look into my eyes, and I feel warm, light,
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| My Leningrad, beloved Leningrad. |