Текст песни Весна в Сан-Бликко - Monroe

You're going to the London Underground,
The empty car sweet sleep.
You sang Marilyn Monroe,
But just for fun only.
After a moment you soar
Among the misty clouds,
And at night you Paris
And millions of someone's dreams

But from what are you trembling,
burn fire
What do you sing about what silent,
All one

And New York is in love with,
But these streets do not know
Where begins Hudson
There's no escape from yourself
Suddenly it became cold
And as a poet, a playwright,
You all go their own destiny,
and grew up near St. Petersburg

Wait where are you in a hurry,
Do not disappear
Here the sun wanders among the rooftops
And tea is getting cold