Lyrics Scang - Над Невой

Through the dark clouds of blizzards the sun shines,
The sun shines over the northern edge of the earth.

Old Petrograd
Groans under the winter.
Crying, looking for a meeting with the spring.

I recall short meetings under the moon ...
Wrought in marble and dressed in a white shroud

Old Petrograd
Groans under the winter.
Crying, looking for a meeting with the spring.

The cold burns me ...
Thoughts tear me ...
Over the Neva