Текст песни Валерий Агафонов - Петербургский романс

Doodourtes, barracks, barracks in the snow -
Sinks the rooster in Russia.
All the hillocks, all cool ladies get up
All daily harness kerosene.

Good morning! Officient Feather creams,
The masters are crawling on rafters ...
On frozen dancelassam, manejam, rates
The statutory will take Mustra

"Above the leg!" - Dance makester girls shouts,
Whispers cavalier stallion: "But!"
"Your mother is so!" - before the building thunder
Commander on the drooping fee.

And ballerina flies in Four Foute,
The clever-horse is wounded,
Rota grinds the gaze. On frost, on zenith,
Brown is built marble columns.

Officials are only yes
The case of the Russian Empire in Hands.
And others - in the legs. And "Ale, Mont Ami!"
Wrong and "Your mother in dust!"

So that the poor thing in the poles spinning
Snow horse under the guards danced
To in the polar circle an ancient beast, like a choir
Parthenon marched.

Soldiers and paragraph went, and the stationery ...
You put a Russian ballet to us!
Only music, sushka, not you wrote
And the other, this poet.