Текст песни МТК Именименя - У Дворцовой площади

At the Palace Square, high over Peter
Sky moth eaten - where my soul.
In such a line at such a the letter
In secret and incognito sleep, barely breathing.

A night on parebrikam up through the front
By breaking the roof that would dream.
Together with the black cat at the moon jewelery
Black paw print laying the exhibit.

And then along Nevsky paying the cabby
Go ignoring the twenty-first century.
Post a penny newspaper boy-peddler,
Take two rolls of white and look for accommodation ...

At the Palace Square, deep under Peter
In the center of the universe is waiting for my soul.
Again sleep wrapped, like a soft sweater
And flowing into the Baltic Sea during a leisurely ...