Текст песни Сергей Зыков - Петербуржская княжна

Evening bowed his head
And closed my house.
I will melt the fireplace,
Birch bark and moss.

I will lie in a white bed
And sleep in the night,
And on the street blizzard,
Guard shout ...

And she dreams to me
Like spring in winter.
Petersburg princess
With a gold braid.

I'll be in the wind
Crane in a dream
Unless I die
From the love of the princess ...

And wake up - hear
Laughter at my door.
After all, for all of Russia snow
And a blizzard mists.

Doors snow will bring
To the windows themselves.
And the people will think
Maybe he died ...