Текст песни Леонидов Максим - От Питера до Москвы

Things will get better, change,
Built the reality.
Drifting along the platform spreads,
I sit on a fast in Moscow.
The windows of the blue spill
Privokzalny dim light.
We are no longer my friend today with you,
But in tomorrow we are not.

From St. Petersburg to Moscow take me locomotive
From St. Petersburg to Moscow bottle so the sound of wheels.
In the future, the veil,
At last the mist from the Neva River.
Only 8 hours without sleep
From St. Petersburg to Moscow.

Black and white dawn, tea cups,
Cigarette smoke on an empty stomach,
Jostling and eternal gardeners
With a backpack on his shoulders skinny
And the taxi rank, the one
Where to wait until the gray hair ...
It's all going to happen tomorrow, my soul,
In the meantime, come on, sit down.

From St. Petersburg to Moscow take me locomotive
From St. Petersburg to Moscow bottle so the sound of wheels.
In the future, the veil,
At last the mist from the Neva River.
Only 8 hours without sleep
From St. Petersburg to Moscow.
From St. Petersburg to Moscow ...