When we were young at our youth,
We wandered through the city streets:
We watched the sunrise with our girlfriends each.
We made the dates, and very prompt,
And back that time we all thought,
That there was no better meeting place than a bridge.
In those unforgettable days passed
One would meet his sweet beloved
Always on the Stone bridge pavement.
Another, arriving too early so kool
To his first date being unsure,
Stood on the Trinity bridge like pointsman.
By the lampposts of the Palace bridge
Vera met with Vova, pleaged l
And Kolya – he ran to the Exchange bridge ,
He rushed to meet Katya, his heart,
Everyone had his crush at start;
Everyone had their own favorite bridge.
Few In that unforgettable warmly spring,
I also met with Lena, my thing,
And our route was touchingly simple reach:
Having bought a bouquet of snowdrops,
In love and tender from boton to top,
We always went to the Kissman little breage.
We inevitably grow old, swear,
But aged Lena and I are still
In love with each other! And what\'s the secret?
Well, I have to admit, promptly to each,
That all the bridges are separating bridges,
But the Kissman bridge , excuse me, is not yet!