Сергей Зыков - Петербуржская княжна
текст песни

The evening bowed his head
And closed my house.
I will melt the fireplace
Birch bark and moss.

I will lie down in a white bed
And I will fall asleep in the night
And on the street is a blizzard,
County shout ...

And I will dream of her,
Like spring in winter.
Petersburg Princess
With a golden scythe.

I will cut in the wind
Crane in a dream,
Unless I die
From love for the princess ...

And I'll wake up - I will hear
Laughter at my door.
After all, all Russia snow
And the mints of a blizzard.

The doors will bring the doors
To the windows themselves.
And the people will think
Maybe he died ...