Текст песни Вереск - Выстрел

In Russia, the white roads are long
Sad distances and dreams
Her eyes in the darkness are deserted
And thoughts are bitter and simple

In the slums of the heart is longing
Playing the barrel at the temple
And on the crucifixion of silent roads
There is Grad - great and lonely.

Give me joy the city of storms and storms
Do you hear a shot? It shot Petersburg
The happiness of the sun, gold burn domes,
Give me joy give me holy love

The crests of the Neva waves brighten
The cold wind of sorrow is full
Asphalt burns under the red sky
And this city is insanely sorry
(Under the formidable gaze, Petrov, into the distance
You are not alone and we are not sorry)

Past legends white smoke
Has it become your face
You are a ghost town and a pain city
And as if the last battle was near!