Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Дух кровоточит изнутри..., 1994

"There, across the river, is a sanctuary? A palace?
Where are the descendants of Peter directed? "
(V. Gandelsman)

The spirit is bleeding from within
From those wet gateways, -
As if with God on a bet
This hail is set in a swamp
With a wave of the hand
One word from the king ...
But, still, the throne of Saint Peter
On the banks of another river

Dank Nevsky, advertising light, -
Although the climate is very similar to the Dutch
but the city is like Amsterdam,
like the Summer Garden at Gethsemane.
Russia went beyond the Urals,
She burned herself, shaved her faces ...
And the capital rose on the bones
Earth Empire Peter ...

The uncompromising ax
Alas, from the world - not from God!
But, sin, - the great Peter
To judge descendants is too strict:
We are all fellow countrymen forever!
We are all "chicks of Petrov's nest"! ..
... But, all the same, the throne of Saint Peter
on the banks of another river.

The century is decaying like an old house
But the face of fate is not yet clear ...
And we are still living
And Paradise is still beautiful! ..
... scholarly controversy
about the harsh Neva climate ...
but, all the same the throne of Saint Peter
on the banks of another river.