We learned too early how to wait
And not to share the ache inside,
On blue roofs of Saint Petersburg -
Alone, with only ourselves to confide.
The clouds still race across the sky
Without looking back, they hide -
And I still wait for you,
Standing on the rusty roof of Petrograd Side.
Goodbye. I’ll meet again with you -
On the golden Saint Petersburg roof.
On the roofs of Saint Petersburg
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