МЙКЕ - Санкт-Петербург
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Here even the rain will fall with us for the idea
Waiting for a tram is a lesson in patience
Here the heaviness in the soul unites generations
But we disagree with them in other opinions

The city smoked like cigarettes under stress
I'm driving along the Neva, I jumped on a trawl under the track, what Crip-a-Crip did
After it will be in the Krec player
The sun is rare here, but it warms like a blanket

In the top five there is a grandfather who holds the bread as if it were his life
The tram slowed down, I remembered how he counted pennies
Since childhood I wanted to become big in business
To help and say na, hold

I didn’t change the city, I only changed Khrushchev and Stalin buildings
Panels, pads, large, small
Here, under the stucco molding, and with the rain, love is twofold
Graffiti on the walls, quotes from Pushkin with obscenities

In one entrance the smell of Gucci and vomit
After twelve you will come across animals, maybe earlier
Monuments cry at night
After all, during the day they get tired of posing

They're not waiting for good news here, they're waiting for it not to get worse.
Here they like to speak from the heart, but there is a coldness in the soul
Everyone's mood is more often than not like a thrown cigarette butt in a puddle.
And rain is necessary for the atmosphere

From the street the view is like in a movie, and from the courtyards the view is like a drama
There, hands dig into the ground to heal injuries.
Hope, faith and love - inscription on the front door
And below is a site where they sell poison

Here even the rain will fall with us for the idea
Waiting for a tram is a lesson in patience
Here the heaviness in the soul unites generations
But we disagree with them in other opinions