Текст песни Колумб - Гатчина-Питер

This track is about your favorite city

Remember this time son while we are young
When my friends and I are in the cold
The hum of cars is barely audible
Gatchina is illuminated by neon flashes

Linen. Region city of Gatchina
Near the northern capital
This is the place where we were born
Paul's city our palaces our parks
Our entrances to the apartment building kommunalka

We comply with the laws from the Entrance to the Aerodrome
From Entrance to Whitefish Airfield, telephones
It's very simple, there are guys and there are thugs
Adidas three stripes
Gatchina Len. region

What's in your pocket
Discs or stone
Stone speed and discs
From Entry to Baltic
And even further and Memory of our strikes
And our time is spent on the streets of Gatchina

All my friends here are beer workaholics
Everybody here from fifteen uses drugs
But I'm sure not everything is bought here yet
While Sergeant Shubina is working on the streets

Gatchina-Peter and here and there you saw different things
Gatchina-Peter loved and hated
Gatchina-Peter, your streets are like parents to me
Peter and Gatchina - cities don't mean anything

Gatchina-Peter and here and there I saw different things
Gatchina-Peter loved and hated
Gatchina-Peter, your streets are like parents to me
Peter and Gatchina - cities don't mean anything

But now I have moved from Gatchina to Kupchino
And I don't know for better or for worse
These changes, other people, walls
The atmosphere, probably got used to Gatchina

And it seems that everything is also the streets of high-rise buildings
Children on swing on grandmother's benches
I smoke the same whitefish and drink beer too
And the same girl calls my mobile
Of course more people
More houses and advertisements
But I'm still the same friends and the same mom
I love Kupchino and I do not like the center
Not because show-off, because I figured it out

Everyone is drawn to the center as if smeared with gel
But there is the same traffic light green yellow red
I hope you understood everything and you made a conclusion
When I breathed in you breathed out there

Gatchina-Peter and here and there I saw different things
Gatchina-Peter loved and hated
Gatchina-Peter, your streets are like parents to me
Peter and Gatchina - cities mean nothing

Gatchina-Peter and here and there I saw different things
Gatchina-Peter loved and hated
Gatchina-Peter, your streets are like parents to me
Peter and Gatchina - cities mean nothing