Lyrics Кирилл Ривель - Дух кровоточит изнутри..., 1994

"There, across the river, is a sanctuary? A palace?"
                     Where are the descendants of Peter directed? "
                              (Vl. Gandelsman)

Spirit is bleeding from within
From the wet those gateway, -
As if with God on a bet
This city is set in a swamp
By hand
One word for the king ...
But, well, the throne of St. Peter
On the banks of another river.

Chilly Nevsky, light of advertisements, -
Although the climate is very green with the Dutch
but the city is like Amsterdam,
like the Summer Garden in Gethsemane.
Russia went beyond the Urals,
Self-burned, shaved faces ...
And on the bones ascended the capital
Earth Empire Peter ...

Uncompromising ax
Alas, from the world - not from God!
But, sin, the great Peter
To judge offspring is too strict:
We are all forever fellow countrymen!
We are all “chicks of Petrov’s nest”! ..
... But, well, the throne of St. Peter
on the banks of another river.

The century is decaying, like an old house,
But the face of fate is not yet clear ...
And we still live
And the Paradise is still beautiful! ..
... contrary to scientific disputes
about the harsh Neva climate ...
but, all the throne of St. Peter
on the banks of another river.