Текст песни Дэн Дягилев - Петербургское лето

But in the cold sand at sunset for
Along the bay is still waiting for you Pad Ma Hum from East to fly to Woodstock
Petersburg summer here so much

And circles in the wind and closed eyes
Leave your names I put on the gases you shout and silent the brakes
On trouble hot


But under the black water somewhere in a thousand
Still look at us bends a question turn to us lucky
Hands still pull the hands of someone's happiness in the opposite

But under the sky on the other you laugh silent
The parties are already waiting for the brakes someone for putting me a wing
I will not go on the shoulder




And under hoarse rain and again on the sand
And under the torture under the brand wet stitching
Until March Martha under the snow St. Petersburg summer

I knew bridges and again outside the window
Let go of your trains fly along us
Do not hurry the city


And under the early star where you're my heart
And under the wounded in the heart of the star crying bullet
Rock and Roll to someone in the depths of the pistol

It will be easier to scream and again he is not breathing.
It's hard to make a mistake
I don't breathe when


But in the cold sand at sunset for
Along the bay is still waiting for you Pad Ma Hum from East to fly to Woodstock
Petersburg summer here so much

And circles in the wind and closed eyes
Leave your names I put on the gases you shout and silent the brakes
On trouble hot


But under the black water somewhere in a thousand
Still look at us bends a question turn to us lucky
Hands still pull the hands of someone's happiness in the opposite

But under the sky on the other you laugh silent
The parties are already waiting for the brakes someone for putting me a wing
I will not go on the shoulder




And under hoarse rain and again on the sand
And under the torture under the brand wet stitching
Until March Martha under the snow St. Petersburg summer

I knew bridges and again outside the window
Let go of your trains fly along us
Do not hurry the city


And under the early star where you're my heart
And under the wounded in the heart of the star crying bullet
Rock and Roll to someone in the depths of the pistol

It will be easier to scream and again he is not breathing.
It's hard to make a mistake
I don't breathe when