Поёт Гитара [Poyot Gitara] [English translation]

Hello, the city of first lightnings in May

Hello, light of midnight streets

Here I used to walk when I was a little boy

Oh, I had such a big number of scratches and splinters!

Native evenings of our youth

Dances, a guitar and singing till morning

About something intimate and near, about this about that

About something a guitar is singing near to me

Pairs walk on boulevards till morning

Girls are singing, boys are silent

And their hearts are full of calm happiness

Avenues' lamps go out

Hello, the city of maples and lilacs

Here, on this streets our granddads

And fathers were going, coming back from war*

May's stars and red-letter salute,

Tears, smiles and girls singing

About something intimate and near, about this about that