Текст песни Электрические Партизаны - Санкт-Петербург - Москва

I gave up the night empty chords
The low sky horizontal
It defying successes horizons
Inspiration disappeared into the distance
And even if my song will not finish singing
On the tape will remain empty
I just wait a suitable summer
And throw a guitar with a drawbridge

Maybe I'll go to restore the church
Or guerrillas in Nicaragua
And while I hide from his own laziness
The train St. Petersburg - Moscow

Life is almost gone
And I still can not decide what to spend it
Whether the heart to give the Revolution
Whether voice for democracy
And I try not to shed tears in vain
How can I keep a careless view
Not all the more songs I sang for you, but
The theater is closed - I'm sick

Maybe I'll go to save manatees
Or on the floating islands
And yet again, I Pickling time
The train St. Petersburg - Moscow

Maybe I'll go to the North Pole
Or to where non-yellowing foliage
And while I am registered in a second-class carriage
The train St. Petersburg - Moscow