Summer rain

I love this rain, this gray sky
Even the gloomy faces of passers-by.
And in a fit of my soul I can boldly scream:
I love this city of soulful lights!
In it, history is sacredly lived and stored,
Bright destinies and days flicker in it.
And, of course, only here it sparkles
The smooth surface of the slightly sleepy, cold Neva.
This city always helps to wake up
And understand all the mistakes of the days read.
And again he will help someone to wake up,
Well, someone is drowning in the stream of people again.
I love these songs of distant boulevards
And the tempting smell of spring in the morning.
Well, I don't need more,
After all, from this city trembling in the legs.