Я люблю возвращатся

I love coming back to his town unexpectedly , in the evening,
Forcing his way through the crowd of familiar solid clouds,
And on down the tarmac , hmeleya from the meeting
Choking cool salty Baltic winds.

I love coming back to his town smoky guest
Get in a taxi parked, which is no more comfortable ,
And the brakes on a little street Rossi
Pending shine flashed away epaulette .

My God, how I love, how I love to go back home ...
How to read a prayer room Leningrad machines
And with native Petrograd at the old mosque dating
Flying the white nights of the soul intoxicated .

Pouring rain over me, over the Neva and the Holy Synod
Since that time , as ordered to establish the city of Peter the decree .
I love coming back , knowing the weather,
Because it used to be deceived by it for an hour .

We will go slowly , imperceptibly to himself and others ,
A " Aurora " stand , and lights on the Rostral burn.
We will go to other poets sang ,
And shining , polished brass bands blared .

I love coming back to his town unexpectedly , in the evening,
Forcing his way through the crowd of familiar solid clouds,
And on down the tarmac , hmeleya from the meeting
Choking cool salty Baltic winds.