Б.А.У. - Я ненавижу Питер
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Under the clatter of wheels, under the howl of the wind
Ass forward to the city on the Neva
I rush in the Sapsan faster than light
To a place where there is no summer
A sex shop on every corner
They will sell booze in any basement here
The potholes in the roads are several centuries old
Prostitutes' phone numbers along all the pillars
Cold wind
Foot blows out of the ass
I hate St. Petersburg
I said it all
Cold wind
Foot blows out of the ass
I hate St. Petersburg
I said it all
We lost the rock club, now Versus is here
Puddles underfoot, icicles from above
Dumskaya Street is the gate to Hell
You need to constantly take care of your ass
Craft beer in craft restaurants
Reminds you not of urine, but of tap water
The Bronze Horseman cut a window to Europe
But it turned out more like an ass
Cold wind
From feces blow out of my ass
I hate St. Petersburg
I said it all
Cold wind
Faeces blow out of my ass
I hate St. Petersburg
I said it all
In this land of endless winds
Lead clouds cling to the roofs of houses
Dead time in the dark waters of the Neva
Cathedrals and prisons, drawbridges are silent

Oh, I'm shaking
In this land of endless winds
Lead clouds cling to the roofs of houses
Dead time in the dark waters of the Neva
Cathedrals and prisons, drawbridges are silent

In this land of endless winds
Lead clouds cling to the roofs of houses
Dead time in the dark waters of the Neva
Cathedrals and prisons, drawbridges are silent
The Gulf of Finland is silent, it sleeps under the ice
Peter and Paul Fort guards its home
In the wet black wells of old courtyards
The memory of past centuries itself is silent