Lyrics Валерий Агафонов - Петербургский романс

Dortoirs, barracks, barracks in the snow -
Rooster sings in Russia.
All buglers, all the cool ladies get up
All daylight kerosene tow.

Good morning! The official creaks with a pen
On the rafters crawl master ...
On frozen dance classes, playpens, parade ground
Charter will take drill

“Above the leg!” - the dancemaster shouts to the girls,
The cavalry guard whispers to the stallion: “But!”
“Your mother is so!” - thunders before formation
Commander on a dank parade ground.

And the ballerina flies in a dashing fuet
Clever clever horse
Rota bangs at once. In the cold, at the zenith
Marble columns are being built flush.

The officials only, yes the artisans
The case of the Russian Empire in the hands.
And for others - in the legs. And "ale, mon ami!"
There is also “your mother in dust!”

So that poor Giselle would spin in her thighs
The snow horse danced under the guard
So that in the Arctic Circle an ancient beast, like a choir
Parthenons marched.

There was a soldier and a paragraph, and a clerk ...
You put us a Russian ballet!
Only music, bipod, not you wrote
And another, a real poet.