'Petersburg' - Zlata Razdolina Composer, author and performer - Lyrics Osip Mandelshtam

Zlata Razdolina Composer, author and performer - 'Petersburg' - Lyrics Osip Mandelshtam Злата Раздолина Композитор, автор - исполнитель -“Петербург“ - ст. О. Мандельштама English translation: I returned to my city that I know like my tears, Like my veins, like childhood's swollen glands You've come back here, so swallow at once The cod liver oil of Leningrad's river lamps, Recognize, right away, the brief December day, Egg yolk commingled with ominous tar. Petersburg! I'm not yet ready to die! You've still got my telephone numbers. Petersburg! I still have the addresses Where I can call on the speech of the dead. I live on a back staircase, and the clapper Yanked out with flesh hits me in the temple, And all night through I wait for precious guests, Rattling like shackles the chains on the doors. December 1930 Zlata Razdolina site: