Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Питерская

Garik Krichevsky - St. Petersburg.

My friend from St. Petersburg
Belle and former model
As it turned out, in principle - not stupid
And with business - do not confuse the bed

I confessed that all her hopes
Crashed one mysterious dummy
And that she flies for clothes
In Paris, but more often still in Milan

So she lives, in the city of the winds, in the northern capital
Its days are full of different worldly bustle
And she does not need it, a world of alien lights, neither New York nor Nice
Unless Love, maybe Love is simple

She showed me the city of Peter
With the exoticism of abandoned yards
And I walked like on another planet
From Nevsky to "The Damned Crosses"

She told me that if everything "grows"
Give the world a troika of kids
But the "Ponty" and money - "Not conducted"
And sincerely does not like Muscovites

So she lives in the city of the winds, in the northern capital
Its days are full of different worldly bustle
And she does not need it, a world of alien lights, neither New York nor Nice
Unless Love, maybe Love is simple

Forgetting my carefree get-together
Do not "kindle" in clubs on the Neva
And still - prefers vodka
The roads of coke and dope-grass

To enemies, she slanders forgiveness
Let the past not close the circle
And I do not want to leave the country
Unlike all your girlfriends

So she lives in the city of the winds, in the northern capital
Its days are full of different worldly bustle
And she does not need it, a world of alien lights, neither New York nor Nice
Unless Love, maybe Love is simple