Impossible survived,
And I was not defeated.
Oh Almighty! In your height:
'' The city is worthy of heaven! '
And because of the bird's hubbub,
And because of the clouds overhanging,
Calls, in a hoarse voice:
'' The city is worthy of the highest! '
Light, though do not believe
Delicate, like all living things.
In the mist shore ...
You are not alone, the two of us ...
The head pounding in his head
Rain, and deprives the mind.
Do foe city? -
Plyashesh on roofs, rejoicing!
I still can not breathe,
I would wheeze, but demand
Suppose you drop, but exhale:
'' The city is worthy of heaven! .. ''
Light, though do not believe
Delicate, like all living things.
In the mist shore ...
You are not alone, the two of us ...
Weep, violin bows!
Let not forgive only
Sky head match
Cities unworthy!
Here it is, the sick, the wounded,
The long-suffering, proud.
People with a heart of stone
It should be equal to the city.
Light, though do not believe
Delicate, like all living things.
In the mist shore ...
You are not alone, the two of us ...
