Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Прощание с Петербургом

Between water and plates, tea twenty years ago
you captured the dispersion of winning,
Today does not count your cool look:
him that the Summer Garden, Bronze Horseman that.
There were young and you are struck by passion,
her delight any statements.
But he is happy, for whom she had a knife
not age then sneaks behind.
Happy overnight at midnight noon,
in the home, that - yes, the same income.
Face the wall, hard cloth,
but one well. But free.
Let such freedom for all
Last spring your captive ...
But in the white shirt he was born,
who took his own, he does not give doubled.
As long as there is entertainment heaven
earth punishes and judges leisure.
The law for all but one penalty itself -
perhaps, in all respects not be judged.
By the word "rights" and the word "unharmed"
eliminated from the lexicon,
the judge himself. Although - the law is one.
Deliberately Well do not you know the law.
Do not pretend willingly that you drink no poison
sweets and that it is not honey,
as long as the fleet walking in Kronstadt
for a handful of coins lucky you on the waters.
Shivering in the morning. Wave in Neve Seda.
Weather for the future puts a mark.
But whose spring was not fun,
that winter is not a sudden crush.
2006