His Native St. Petersburg

Enthusiastic Nevsky, the lights on the Fontanka,
 In the Neva suddenly see the sweep of the bug...
 Suddenly mixed today and tomorrow,
 Captivating North and roots in the South.
 
 And rain-the leitmotif. Can I avoid Lee
 Pitch black in a friendly heart?
 Slushy slush. No need for dresses.
 The importance of the home and arms to warm up.
 
 And the sky is crazy! "the sheet is crazy.
 Two expressive faces change.
 Granite forever, savoring the sorrow,
 Deliberately chose to lose the sun.
 
 And the rhythm - & quot;in the day two & quot;, but with music-easier:
 Sound alleys, avenues and squares.
 A springboard for geniuses is a crowded square.
 And feelings live in the abode of gray...
 
 Down with the tossing! After all washed away paint -
 Truthfulness is a tribute. You're getting inside me,
 His Native St. Petersburg! You are my cathartic city,
 The only way to original Paradise!