Текст песни Злищев А. - Тебе

You, from the bottom, and from there,
Where breath is born,
And heartbeat.

All of you, and I'm all over the place,
Like an idiot, I'll go to bed
Under your sharpened heel.

Hide night curtains
My Leningrad.
You're glad to get out on the Nevsky,
And I would be happy.

I without you is dark and wild.
All life on the shelves by heart.
And the ribs dive pike,
Like butter knife, bad sadness.

Push you to the steel grip,
How monument squeezed around.
Let sotryasёtsya fever
The destruction yellow Petersburg!

Let everything snowstorm envelops
The crystal ice, in broad daylight.
Let it all fall through the ground
Around you.

Motley red lights Nevsky
Which year.
There's the Asian-European
Funny people.

There are hundreds of destinies monotonically
Flowing river.
And the window looking in amazement,
We were with you.

And who would have known that in this body,
In the gloomy body like a graveyard,
Only one burning for you
One hundred thousand billion stars.

Alexander Zlischev "You"