He had arrived
The cab1 carried him off
Always the same city
Always the same stations
Some barbarian churches
Saint-Petersburg, my city
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
And the sky is still so gray
And the rain -everyday- so sad
Everything is closed
The house is there, lonely
A rumor, dragging steps
The door opens a little
And he's driven by those
Who call him my brother
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
And the sky is still so gray
And the rain -everyday- so sad
In a corner of the house2
The crowd gathers quickly around him
The girl looks faded
And the boy, embarrassed
The father and all the apprentices
Who dream of Paris
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
And the sky is still so gray
And the rain -everyday- so sad
1. The term indicates it's an old horse-drawn carriage, rented by the race or by the hour.2. "Logis" literally means "Place where you live", hence the translation "house".