Dreaming of a mighty gift
Togo, who was the fate of Russian,
I stood upon the Tver Boulevard,
I stand and speak with him.
blonde, almost whitish,
In the legends become like mist,
About Alexander! You had to hang,
As I today bully.
But these lovely fun
Do not darken your image,
And forged in bronze Fame
Tryasesh you proud head.
And I stand, both before Communion,
And I say in answer to you:
I would die of happiness today,
Spodoblenny this fate.
But, doomed to Gonen,
Still I will sing for a long time ...
That and my singing steppe
Failed bronze ring out.