On this new sea voyage,
We will dance in the Great sea and the sky.
One hundred years have passed, young city.
Become the pearl and miracle of the north,
From the dark Woods, from the swamp,
It holds its brilliant and proud head high;
There are only Finnish fishermen here,
Like a natural stepson, unhappy,
Lonely, near the low humidity river bank.
Throw his worn fishing net in.
Unfathomable water.
But now
The coast is full of life,
Symmetrical palaces and shelves
Gather together, in droves
Ships from all corners of the world
Run to this rich port and park.
Neva river put on a marble coat,
The bridge spans waves,
The island in the middle of the river is mysterious.
Covered with dense green gardens,
Next to this young capital.
Old Moscow is getting darker and darker,
Standing like a widowed queen mother
In front of the newly crowned queen.
I love you, the big city built by Peter,
I like your serious and neat face,
How solemn the water in neva river is,
Marble is laid on the river bank;
I like the design of your iron railing,
On your moonless night of meditation,
Transparent and shiny darkness.
I often sit at home alone,
Without lighting, writing or reading,
I can see the street clearly.
Sleep quietly. I saw it. ...
How bright the spire of the Admiralty is.
In the golden sky, when night comes
Before I close the tent,
Dawn line after line,
Let the night only stay for half an hour.
I love your cold winter,
Your frost and condensed air,
How many sledges are there on the Neva River,
Girls' faces are more beautiful than roses;
Laughter and whispering at the dance,
Midnight bachelor party,
The glass bubbled and jingled,
Pengjiu has a blue flame.
I like your God of War playground.
The heroic exercises of young soldiers,
Infantry and cavalry lined up,
There is another magnificence in monotony.
Ah, in rows, fluttering
How many broken victory flags,
And helmets worn in combat,
It also brought dazzling brilliance to the team.
I love you, a military town in Russia,
I like the roar of your fortress cannon,
When the Queen of Northland heard the good news:
A prince was born in the court;
Or Russia defeated the enemy,
Celebrate her glory again;
Or neva river is frozen and cracked,
Blue ice poured into the sea,
Because I feel the spring, and the cheers are like thunder.
Stand up, Peter's city!
Stand still like Russia;
One day, even the forces of nature
I want to bow to you.
Let the waves in Finland be forgotten forever.
Its ancient obedience and hostility,
Don't provoke futile sword soldiers again.
Disturb Peter's eternal dream.
However, there was a terrible moment,
People can still remember clearly …