Круг Михаил - Милый мой город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My dear city of sadness and tears, old Russia is a reliable firmament, you fall asleep to the whisper of Tvertsa and the Volga.

You fall asleep to the whisper of the birches, sleep, my good mother Tver, and the morning is still so far away, so long.

Let this evening be like eternity, let the noise of the Millionnaya be silent.

You have appointments under the clock, so go for a walk, my Tverites.

Proletarka's courtyard, barracks, "Paris", somewhere a coachman rides around the corner, delivering drunken gypsies to their homes, and singing.

Why are you, dear girl, sleeping?The dreams will be interesting later, we are going with the gypsies, it will be even more interesting with them.

Let this evening be like eternity, let the noise of the Millionnaya be silent.

You have appointments under the clock, so go for a walk, my Tverites.

The boat slurps on the quiet surf and Afanasy lowers the boat, let it carry our dreams on the road.

Listen, my city, while there is silence, I will sing you a thousand songs, and my midnight toast to you, by God!

Let this evening be like eternity, let the noise of the Millionnaya be silent.

You have appointments under the clock, so go for a walk, my Tverites.

So go for a walk, my Tverites.