Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Ты - не Санкт..., Петербург

Behind the wall
voice,
Night. Light.
... and you're not Saint.
Open the arms lying hand
Petersburg.

Let go,
not captive,
Bitter verse
on the Neva,
And a simple motif as low moan
under the bridge.

And in a lead water
Reflection of fate,
Reflection of beautiful eyes
Those whom you loved
And loving destroyed -
There were so many times.
A strange game,
You were always right,
But we all love until the morning,
Only overnight

It's simple
dungeon,
Do not get used here
crazy.
Opoil grass heart pangs,
Petersburg.

Sedin
in my head,
On hands
streaks of blue veins,
But, my God, you belong
our life.
You are my God, belongs to you
our life.