Валерий Агафонов - Петербургский романс
текст песни

Dortigers, barracks, huts in the snow -
A rooster sings in Rus'.
All maidenists, all cool ladies get up,
All daytime burning kerosene.

Good morning! The official will scream with a pen,
The masters will get into the rafters ...
On dancing dance classes, arena, pours
The charter will take care of the musculus

"Above the leg!" - The dance maker shouts to the girls,
The cavalry guard whispers to the stallion: "But!"
"Your mother is so!" - In front of the system is thunder
The commander on the dank the parade ground.

And the ballerina flies in a dashing fouet,
Clever-kon is bending,
The company is burying at once. In the cold, to the zenith,
Miles are built marble of columns.

Officials only have, but the artisans
The case of the Russian Empire is in the hands.
And in others - in the legs. And "Ale, Mon!"
The "Your mother is to dust!"

So that all in the thighs spin the poor thing Giselle
The snow horse dancing under the guardsman
So that in the polar circle an ancient beast, like a choir
Parthenons marched.

There were a soldier and a paragraph and a clerk ...
You put us Russian ballet!
Only music, bipod, not you wrote
And the other, a real poet.