Вика Воронина - Александровский сад
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Spring will cast aside sadness
A warm wind will sweep away sorrow
I will stroll along the dear streets
I will casually smile at my city
Every house is familiar to me
A turn, and then another
I will come and stand at the "Red Gate"
Where my dad ran as a boy!
This is the shore of my native river!
This is the valor of Russian soldiers!
And despite the frost, the Alexander Garden has blossomed!
This city will sing to you
Everything that cannot be forgotten
The memory of my ancestors lives in every cell of my being
In every thought of them, I am!
Predawn silence
And at "Chistye Prudy" the fog barely
Rises above the water
As if it were a mirror, not water
And wherever I go, there is expanse!
Beauty and the granite of time
This quiet song of my soul
Will be illuminated by the ringing of bells!
This is the shore of my native river!
This is the valor of Russian soldiers!
And despite the frost, the Alexander Garden has blossomed!
This city will sing to you
Everything that cannot be forgotten.
The memory of my ancestors lives in every cell of my being!
In every thought of them, I am!