Текст песни Анна Островская - Тихий-тихий вечер... чит. А. Дубровский

Quiet evening evening. The sunset burned out.
They don’t sleep in the city for your beloved until the morning.
Neva has a milky warm white color,
And the river tram draws a gray trace.
I'll sit on the pier. I will drink a coffee.
All your sorrows "erase."
The sky will become blue, black, and then
At dawn, it seems to flash silver,
will play scarlet, yellow, blue ...
The city of Osaranka seemed to become colored!
Like these are children, crushing crayons,
They threw the miracle foam to the sky,
Drawing a dawn, clouds and a breeze.
Now the cats went to the cornice,
Seagulls are conducting a conversation on the palace.
I see the morning passers -by here and here.
Nevsky woke up, the city breathed,
As if he reached out, he ran further.
Well, hello, morning. And the shadow leaves
dissolving sorrow. Be happy, day!