Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Принцесса Береника

The forest is not blueberries
Moss alone grows.
Princess Berenice
He lives on Okhta.
The roadsides are covered there.
Dust grass.
We are very concerned
Her fate.

In a two-room apartment
She lives
To the bus "four"
There is one
And the heel is rubber -
The whole trace of her
Petrol smoke floats -
And not her.

And the path without songs is hard for us
No matter how you hide it.
Along the midday street
The tram rings.
And I to my specified
Used to fate
And there are no fairy tales in the world
And Berenice.