St Petersburg Tram

(перевод моего стихотворения - "Ленинградской Трамвай")

I remember (kind of) ordinary tram
In Venice of the North
It looks like pretty usual
But kind of very old.

And when it closed the doors
In a moment it started to move
I looked around on someone next to me,
And suddenly thought – that’s my lovely you.

St Petersburg Tram,
St Petersburg Tram,
Runs through the city streets.
It’s rounded lamps, and breathing door
Take us to the mystery

And even thou tram is shaking
From ceiling to the floor
We’ll remember this little trip
From year to year, and even more.

As of  you, and me who came from overseas.
Our tram ride was a little rough
But for our altogether rout,
The comfort level was about the right.

It was like hearing our favorite song
Which sound all the way along
And every time we visit this city
Our memory brings there .

REFRAIN

Twenty have passed since our meeting day
And tram route has been changed.
Trams are not allowed on central streets (in a city center)
Which sound kind of strange.

But in case of very special days
Trams are running along this way,
Where they used to run decades before
As on our meeting day.