Текст песни Vspak - Город на Неве

And then I do not need to live,
Just let last mahnёm Peter.
The city on the Neva,
Sasha in blue.
Your neat fingernails scratching veins and cuts on his face,
I have not seen you for over a year,
Your cheap sneakers from the Atrium, I trampled them.
Slices gusts cling to your Vance
Darts with an explosion cut into the shell,
I will not let you, every creature.
You are my water - water wears away the stone.
I sharpen ruble drama, I'm stuck, and stuck some money the elite ladies.
Hi Mom, your son is screwy,
Your son has now become an adult bitch.
Where are your your hands, the lady from Beverly Hills,
Come for a walk at night, just forget you Masha?
But today, all night I'm your pizdoliz.
Tequila and red bra,
Or you just crackers and a little pivchika?
Where are you sweat from my sad songs,
And me to fuck you, oh how fun
And it all began with a trip to St. Petersburg,
And it was all over ... well, as always though.