I usually leave early in the morning,
The city is asleep and dreaming his dreams
He doesn't look hurt this morning.,
Full of dreams and rustles of spring    
    
Lanes, arches, gateways -
They do not learn today,
From the Kremlin to the bonnet 
Sidewalks tiled surface

We're under the trees sat,
Between us all without reproach, 
And merged our days in weeks
And weeks constituted life

Well, goodbye, my city, goodbye,
You've always been there for so many years
And in moments of despair
And in the hours of success and victories

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.