And I would live normally, but, alas, I have got used,
To look somewhere above your head.
I have grown there, where in the summer of heat far for thirty,
And in the winter on Celsius it is rigid in a minus
Here there are those the Southern capital is proud of whom
Those who has achieved something, without having renounced principles.
I have grown there where life forces to turn,
Where the street learns words to fill with sense.
My name is Nikolay and I love you all.