I grew up here, in Leningrad blockaded,
I didnít drink then, went not on a spree.
I saw Badaevís stocks all bursted - being often raided,
And queued up for the bread in a bakery.
Ye, so brave and fair,
What did you do, and where
Were you afar the city of the dead?
You ate the bread with caviar,
But I was praying the Savior
To help me not to lose the card for bread.
Severe cold - the birds were not apparent,
A thief - to steal - got nothing if at all,
That winter angels took to heaven both - and either - parents,
And most of all I was afraid to fall.
Starvation and the dystrophies
Of every man jack, mistresses,
The prosecutor was as well disabled -
You - in evacuation -
Just read some information
From ďSovinformbureauĒ outbailed.
The siege was finally over, for ever,
At last our people beat all its enemies,
You now you can live a carefree life - without care,
An obstacle is just the peopleís police.
Iíll do what Iím bidden,
Citizens with a ribbon,
But do not touch my soul with a dirty hand!
Your personal, exotic
Life isnít patriotic!
Itís known to the bodies start to end.