Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - В поезде до Питера

Got sick with a cold
I'm friends with drugs
And it's impossible for me to sing,
And kiss conscientiously.
But acted,
Beads bought savage,
Slipped through museums ...
Yes, you, as to the pole ...
And the northern city is
Heaven shreds
Neva stone,
Spring is unlucky ...
And the city would need
Drive, drive away me ...
Not them, but you
Enchanted ...
Will love me
Sculpt me
Post posts
Build bridges ...
In the train to Peter
Dreams did not see.
Back to Moscow
Dreamed you
My strange
Uninvited my ...
How many words
In me alone ...
In the train to Peter
Really
You have lived a hundred years with me ...
And the city is lacy,
The earth is spinning
Sings lace
In the wind...
And in my head
There is no place for death.
I'm not sick,
I will not die.
Will call me
Tear the thread to me
Tear sadness from heaven
When I get back ...
In the train to Peter -
Amazing
Back to Moscow -
Alas...
And what about the time
So there seems to be no
And if pi is a little bit,
That is only for memory.
As for the memory ...
Poles, kilometers, but
Between them and in them
You yourself, yes!
Will sculpt me,
Love me,
Post posts
Build bridges.
In the train to Peter
Dreams did not see.
Back to Moscow
Dreamed .............