The river tram goes slowly
Along the Moika and Fontanka embankments.
Disguised people are walking
The breeze brings the melody of the talisman.
The river lives and is full of colors,
Rainbow shavings fly from the sky
On the granite framing it
In the palms of boats, freckles on the buoys.
Along the Moika and Fontanka embankments.
Disguised people are walking
The breeze brings the melody of the talisman.
The river lives and is full of colors,
Rainbow shavings fly from the sky
On the granite framing it
In the palms of boats, freckles on the buoys.