Leningrad Song after Vlad Visotskky

I grew up during the Leningrad blockade,

But I did not drink or had party then.

I sow, how the Warehouses’er burning flamingly,

Standing in lines for wetish brown bread.

Brave my oun citizens!

And what did you do then,

When our city did not keep count of deaths?

You ate bread with caviar,

And I counted as a prize

A cigarette butt from under the platform half a mess.

Even the birds couldn't fly from the cold,

And the thief had nothing to find steal,

Angels took my parents that winter mold,

And only I was afraid - just so I wouldn't fall.

There were ghastly a lot of mere,

Hungry and dystrophic people here -

Everyone was starving, even the hight  prosecutor.

And you in evacuation

Read the information

And listened on the radio from the “Informburo”.

The blockade dragged on, even too long, every swears,

But our people defeated completely their enemies, -

And you can live, like Christ in the bosom, under the arm,

But only the police spy suddenly interferes.