Sasha Argentina - Петербург
текст песни

I love you, Peter's creation
All your sphinxes and the ghostly Neva
The cruiser Aurora, Smolny give me inspiration
Granite paradise, Rastrelli and lions
I love walks on moonless nights
The drawing of bridges – that's my eternal muse
On the spire, angel wings behind fragile shoulders
I would break it, because it's not me
I inhale the moisture of the violet night
I walk through memory, where I saw love
Goncharnaya, Dumskaya – they're acting like something
I look for it among princesses and chlamydia
Petersburg drinks in the squares, smokes on the stairs
Swears, fights, wants to survive
My Petersburg is about to hang itself
Like Borya the Red
My Neva divides the city unequal
Which is more important and larger
Trams have died out, and only the scars of the rails
Remain in memory of The deceased
Now nothing, now everything, but everything is wrong
A drunken rich kid from a Petrograd communal apartment
Tangled in a web of pretenses
Scolds the youth from the window
Funny and pathetic
I cough with bronchitis
From a Finnish puddle
Tossing and turning in delirium tremens
I'm scared of how much I need Petersburg
And he hides his heart from me
Funny and laughable: someone has grown old
Drank himself to death and sleeps in a mushroom on the children's floor
Funny and laughable – I'm in a palace city
But like a butler
Petersburg in its gray sky
Under the rain that has accumulated in wrinkles
Veins filled with Petersburg
As roofs are filled with love
Bridges stand on end from composure
Streets are like skeletal bones
Petersburg doesn't let you make a choice
Petersburg is the poet's muse