Bridges at Saint Petersburg by Viktor Dragunski

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!