歌词
[verse 1]
A city grim, mysterious, dark,
From Neva’s fog it did embark.
Like smoke, like a feverish dream—
Petersburg, this ode to you I deem.
[chorus]
I walk through bridges and quays so grand,
Beauty in shadows long does stand.
Through old alleys, winding tight,
Whispers of secrets fill the night.
[verse 2]
Fountains dance in the square with grace,
Temples rise high, a majestic place.
Carriages drawn by horses neat,
Tourists they carry down each street.
[chorus]
I walk through bridges and quays so grand,
Beauty in shadows long does stand.
Through old alleys, winding tight,
Whispers of secrets fill the night.
[Bridge]
Petersburg, how beautiful you are, so bright,
Not to love you, oh, what a plight.
But another city stands apart,
Laughter there won’t touch your heart.
[verse 3]
Enter a courtyard, sense the air,
Decay and dampness everywhere.
Pain and tears, they soak the stone,
As if the world dies all alone.
[chorus]
I walk through bridges and quays so grand,
Beauty in shadows long does stand.
Through old alleys, winding tight,
Whispers of secrets fill the night.
[verse 4]
Petersburg, where revolution’s flame,
And Pushkin’s birth did stake your claim.
A sinful hand grips your heart tight,
Forever in the fog’s dim light.
[pre-chorus]
Streets at night are empty, bare,
Shadows float in the cool night air.
Dawn breaks through with secret light,
Blinding eyes in early sight.
[final chorus]
Again our city breathes its lore,
Every stone tells tales of yore.
Petersburg, in mist you hide,
Extinguishing the light inside.
A city from the fog did peak,
Petersburg, in poems you speak.
Like Janus, false and two-faced too,
Crumbling to dust, as visions do.
