CAP'C - Мой Saint-P
текст песни

My Saint Pi is forever inside me
These lights, palaces, streets, people,
Studio apartments, kitchen opera preludes
Beigudi waves of the Neva, stone sphinxes and lions
Arrow from Moscow, gray sky and smoke,
Cars through bridges, saving on the blood Crosses
Texts on the sheets until I forgot
From night to morning Tusa until it was caught
Nevsky froze in anticipation of the sun of dawn
Escalators and turnstiles calmed down in the subway
Sneakers got wet and a dank wind blows into the back
Peter .... kills or gives strength
And then again I freezed the rain outside the window
Wait in the front door when it ends, you will
In the hands of a ticket for Mayday and a couple more days
After him you will sigh and be afraid of shadows
Claude horses silhouettes will remind about summer
In the summer garden of the muse of poets
Therefore, I am drawn to this city of rains
Streets and squares, forgotten friends ...
White nights, short days, long alleys,
Night lights, large ships on the Neva
The outlines of the seagulls are fraught in heavenly zrev.
Only they meet and see off ships
I leaf through an old notebook, it is from year to year
Harder from words lying on the shoulders of notes
And as a laying banknote of fifty rubles
It reminds me of the cycle of St. Petersburg days
Pour, friend, fifty dollars of whiskey from longing
As if my whiskey is clamped in Teski with thoughts
Sands bring memory, time changes face
But the northern capital does not change itself

Petersburg blues
Minus for plus
Joy of sadness
Sadness of laughter
Do not change
And do not understand
Why isn't it long for the century
On the pavement
There is no one
Souls are alive
I'm alone here
Near Neva
I lost peace
Where can I find him

Go from the Baltic to Sadovaya
Further from the house
But everything is so familiar around
Again and again
As the sensation of the call, the sound of the wells of yards is heard
From my dreams
Here I am ready to be, love, create,
Swim on the fog in the morning early
To get a piece of happiness for yourself
Weighing one gram
Peace to you all who was drunk today is drunk today
Temple, column, Yusupovsky garden
And I am almost at the goal, and as a child is happy
That the memory of the camera allows you to shoot
I am this city, so that never get bored about it
But no ... I don't lie down
How delirium I will repeat
The names of the streets again and again
And remember what happened to me
Luck smiled or choked me
Everything was on the first five -legged in St. Petersburg
Cellars, parks, tunnels, not a day without event
And I was able to open myself
Only from the Baltic
Until all the end stations of the metro
Yellow walls warm even in winter when snow
Channels carry my broken ark into the bay
Here even a sound is a mini concert
Peter, I'm your patient