Текст песни Александр Заславский - Она беременна Петербургом

These paints, pencils
These boys are kids
This endless garage
This is definitely not a Hermitage
These mines of a puddle without mirrors
These Zhiguli is like a trap
These prospects from books
Only from the headphones an honest scream.

She is pregnant with St. Petersburg
She knows, everything is different there
She is ready to become a best friend
And, if necessary, to any task
She is pregnant in red sky
Ceremonial in angels and talents
She is pregnant with gray bread
And communal dream in the framework.

But in quarries and in the crowd
There are no heroes in her war
On abandoned wall construction sites
Only vodka against systems
She keeps cleanliness in a dream
And correspondence with the city TU
But only on the roofs is there a conversation
And only in the cellars is there a corridor.

She is pregnant with St. Petersburg
She knows, everything is different there
She is ready to become a best friend
And, if necessary, to any task
She is pregnant in red sky
Ceremonial angel and talent
She is pregnant with gray bread
And endless love in the framework.

And it will be discouraged, he will come, for sure
The sketch will write that very night
Will fall asleep on his first jacket
These sounds in the ear will not overgrow
Will understand that it is no worse than vodka
Will give his TV for two passages
Will wake up in the first alien turnip
And everything will leave everything to the same daughter.

She is pregnant with St. Petersburg
She remembers, everything is different there
She is ready to sleep with her best friend
And, if necessary, to any task
She is pregnant in red sky
Transparent angel and talent
She is pregnant with gray bread
And endlessly in the framework of it.