Morningtime gathers a crystal haze
A crystal haze, a crystal haze
Morningtime gathers, a crystal haze
And silently (slips on) the city
Leningrad ruins in early dawn
White on the lips of the people at dawn
Drawn are the faces in palace of dawn
And silently (slips on) the city
A figure approaches. His boots crush the snow
Great-boots now tattered, they grind down the snow
Vladamir walks on, red and cold as the snow
And silently (slips on) the city
Gray arms of shadow point out in the night
Cruel arms of shadow point out from the night
In mourning, the people leave shadows of night
And silently (slips on) the city
Morningtime gathers a crystal haze
A crystal haze, a crystal haze
Morningtime gathers: a crystal haze
And silently (slips on) the city