Текст песни Vera Pogrevich - Питерская синица

Propane city, the time of year -
Dangerous cold, evil nature.
Corks all with a giant tapeworm,
Bychit stinks and rubble.
Problems of a dozen, a hundred can;
Curves views in the alley? -
Added step, every enemy here:
As light and darkness, snow and slag.
Head - a fool, home - damn.
And on such a surface of the Neva.
Hiding behind a musty cultre (Kalchev)
People usopnet, not otherwise.
It does not rot from the damp ...
And on the Neva ice sparkles.
Experience fools us as a reward:
"Learn, learn to" half a century to a number of ...
That in order to die alone
Under the rumble of wheels in the deep underground
To leave a cilium with eyes ...
Salo eats his titmouse.