Питер мой город - Питер мой город
текст песни

My Peter is like an abyss, a high culture
Ancient traditions of Europe, his own hip-hop style
The voice of her outskirts, dogma, Peter my house
Garden love to the coffin

White nights, strange people
Metro transitions - millions of destinies
Longing, kiosks, final and fell asleep
Wagon - in the tunnel, and she is named Julia

City from scratch, North Palmyra
Peter's pride - Sennaya, World Square
Dampness, grayness, rivers of quarrels, sea
Apraksin courtyard near the living room

City of rivers and channels, Petrovskaya Glory
Copper horseman that looks at us from the fogs
Smog, but he was able to think out of the swamp
City of poets, city of flights

Window to Europe, Finnish at the threshold,
Blockade city hero where there were so many tears
Where is life road, fountain, sink,
Outskirts concrete high -rise construction

We saw how much, we will see even more,
The farther from the center, the more easier they get
Southeast, my native areas
Rybatskoye, Metallostroy, Pantonnoye

In the southwest of Avtovo, veterans
Three hundred years ago, this was not in the plans
Oddly enough, I stand firmly in the swamp,
In the passport, the seal of St. Petersburg is my pride

Chorus*1

This city remembers fallen leaves
City of eternal autumn let me forget
Peter is my house, according to the Neva, for you, like in veins
I swim right into the sea, I fly straight to the sky

This city is Finnish and Neva waters
This city of the sun, rain and freedom
Peter my house, clouds of granite walls
I swim right in the sea I fly right to the sky

To the subway car to the center from the district
From smoke red eyes, vinz in Daroga
In the evenings everything is strict, kumar from Kolpino
According to Rolt in the cinema, in the morning all the Czechs are stopped

Here is the best staph, the reason for the feeling of hunger
The reason for the popularity of Comrade McDonald
Smoke - eat while we are young
Not forgetting who we are and from which city

And in the center of the traffic jam from the uprising to the Decembrists
Tourists float on the channels of rivers, tourists are floating
Glass looks clean girls in the top and speed
Dancing forgetting about conscience

Poets wrote and poetry
The best minds of the planet lived on these avenues
Chizhik's coin of fountains fly
In my opinion, only the pancakes are still left here

Neva shared Peter inovely
Bridges are constrained, in some places they are divorced
Saves a cable, short starts
At night from Dybenko to Autovo

Let us remember tomorrow we are a booze on the Duma
Some girls on Nevsky in the load
Taxi to glory in bar four ix
And returning home at three o'clock in the afternoon

In the morning all in the morning, in the evening as usual
The usual gait I go to the bar are familiar
Zenit plays - the whole Peter lives
Open against your mouth - do not contract

We are actors and spectators of a chic play
Nevsky scene, courtyards all behind the curtain
Osses from here the birds fly away,
I stay in the cetra of the northern capital

Chorus*2

This city remembers fallen leaves
City of eternal autumn let me forget
Peter is my house, according to the Neva, for you, like in veins
I swim right into the sea, I fly straight to the sky

This city is Finnish and Neva waters
This city of the sun, rain and freedom
Peter my house, clouds of granite walls
I swim right in the sea I fly right to the sky