Баста СмокиМо - Каменные цветы
текст песни

First verse (Basta):
HEKIN KICKHY It is reflected from the walls,
Rog out somewhere in the Debenko area.
Indaya House MS and Bitmeaker Vasya Vakulento.
I'm crying, "Peter Hi !!!",
And the cry drowshes in the noisy Nevsky.
St. Petersburg, I always meet me here with whom!
Hayter burns on fire - tricious scarecrow.
The burning lights the harsh streets, Salute Kuchino.
From the studio, send a signal to its people to the ABC Morse,
Bridges are divisible, but Vasily flag,
Get to the Test Vasile Island.
Time machine, you want to ride,
Petrograd - Tsarsky, Leningrad - Blocade, Peter - Gangitsky.
Everything is seen so, for nothing special optics !!
The slaughter department does not catch an antibiotic.
Lead sky, North Winter wind,
Finnish bay, Moscow railway station, hockey ska.
Blue white and blue zenith,
Sad sphinx from the old attachment of the arrests in the crosses.
All our who hangs, there are brothers, all the best.
The 17th year - Lyuty, revolutionary horror,
Fortress of Peter and Paul, Winter Cruiser "Aurora".
Chene on Rubinstein orthodox, like Varan doctors,
Marso field, eternal flame, saved on blood.
I am waiting for tourists, weekends everyday life, it is difficult to move,
Throw cigarettes in the urn - be cultured in the capital of cultural.
Gloomy city, I send respect everyone with whom
Who is familiar personally and sign through the Mulo, is connected by the Mullet.
I throw things in a bag, departure from Vnukovo gray, and I will be in the 9th brother there.
Insert me in Pulkovo, yes we are maps of different stripes,
We are cards from different decks,
But we are negotiated by the Heavenly Cooking !!!

Chorus:
My little northern paradise,
Stone flowers.
All bridges fall over the sky
And we fall on the sky.

Peter For-Life!
SAME P.!

My little northern paradise,
Stone flowers.
All bridges fall over the sky
And we fall on the sky.

Second verse (Sumy MO):
I'm from Peter and the first salute for Kupchino,
Dreamed of days when you call me rays.
Remember, in the center of Marat with Arnold, they charge the pool.
On the stable bolts, which is pale,
That was not boring.
My style, like St. Petersburg Raim,
I do not know the victims - at first fun, then DP, then you want more.
You made smokey crazy.
They did not believe - you ordered rhymes to burn them!
I am 19, we are on the Marsfield, to the first pair of half an hour.
With Ilyukha Skying Joni,
In the evening on a white nine I mitch on the Yuzu, something cooked there,
On the kitchen to Marat and Fusion.
Raised from the bottom in this city,
The next hall for Giza is ready from the Nevsky Beast.
On the black river in the hostel read the koreisham,
Not yet knowing what a chance will fall out.
Salute Luigju!
Look, I continue to fight Romer !!!
Rest with the world, friend, we did not have time to say goodbye.
I am seen gray, I arrive at seven.
Kotya Peter to the brain itself bones,
Still returned to this city.
There, where we melt the days and fly to turning into smoke,
Fly turning into smoke, I'm leaving,
But remain yours forever, you hear!?

Peter For-Life!
SAME P.! (P - Peter (all the same Peter!))

Chorus:
My little northern paradise,
Stone flowers.
All bridges fall over the sky
And we fall on the sky.

My little northern paradise,
Stone flowers.
All bridges fall over the sky
And we fall on the sky.