Текст песни Spasibo Cosmos - Питер - Июль

On alleys and yards
Passed like a local hooligan.
For all alleys, squares
He, as a great general,
The victorious march was closed.
Then on the salt berth
To think about, to dream ...

There was only he and only we
Neva and bronze lions
While port thighs
Seen pink dreams.
And only black cats
Sneaks hid tails,
Murlycha is quiet about his.

Deja Vu.
Peter-July.

Ripple ran through water -
He is all a little, he is doubly
I decided to remind myself
On the Petrograd side.
Smiles drunk receptionist
The moon bathes in wine
And now the train do not have time.

On the edge of acute glass
The tear of it is easy glass.
Following the way
All those unnecessary words.
Scraps letters in the city
Wings of a palace bridge,
Leaving me easy etude.

Deja Vu.
Peter-July.
Deja Vu.
Peter and You.