Текст песни Дмитрий Филимонов - Москва-Питер

I am for happiness - barefoot in the sand.
My happiness is a fire in the fire.
But steps do not measure longing
from Chertanovo to Kupchino to me.
No, do not stick together my life, do not tie.
Need a way out - only way out is not easy.
If I could prove anything
jumping from Crimean to Anichkov bridge!
How busy I am, My God, I'm sorry
don't fit me in a sharp turn.
Would fly, jump, crawl
me from the Moika to the Nikitsky Gate!
But having been a little, run away far
from family caramel neg
on a flight along Tverskaya and Yamskaya
and back to the Black River in the snow.
Year after year, an eternity of tear sharpens.
This life is a vicious circle ...
Incredulous eyes narrowed
Petersburg my party friend.
You are not the first year I know!
Why don't you believe me fools?
If necessary, I'll get barefoot
from Saigon to Big Gogol!
Look: mindless eyes of the mirror
reflect the luster of coin luminaries.
And throughout Russia, stripping naked,
a man ruled a long ruble.
No matter how torment your fate - "odd - even",
the Lord will not reward you for your labors.
This is my pain flowing Fontanka
and flows into the Patriarch's ponds.

I would have used friends - at least for the wake - to collect.
Yes, such a fog - do not call.
What's in the fog? I can not make out
Ascension or Spas on the Blood?
Something memory began to change me.
Whatever I remember, the whole church and the churchyard.
Yes, here's what to walk on Nevsky
does not let the light of ruby ​​stars.
I'm running, and howling in the sky rushing:
- Do not let him go there, scoundrel! -
and got wet through and through a permanent convoy -
two stations, two of my twins.
Every day there are trains.
So why blame fate for everything?
Forever I won’t go there ...
I only need to change Shekhtel to Russia.