Текст песни Анна Ивкина. 2010 г. - Питерский роман

Dirty jeans, at the bottom of the pocket
Folded twice a return ticket.
Our novel Petersburg
As if there was not.
Waiting on the platform,
Kiss for the pro forma,
We are barely acquainted.
I promise, I will remember ...
Our novel Petersburg
The shadows fell on the face.
Waiting trivial finals
Northern capital.
We look in different directions,
In the evening we will be cold,
One day - and disenchant
We are in the bustle of the immense city ...

To live as a bored and have little -
We are living someone else's fate.
Our novel Petersburg
There was and will be gone.
It was not and would not,
It was not and is not necessary.
It was not and did not say
Not anyone ... was not ...
© Anna Ivkina