Текст песни Олег Груз - Питер

But who is interested to know about the poet,
And that he was about to go
With his poems in Peter,
Which was created in order to love him and,

In Which I will be like the wind - to blow, and drive along the channels.
I will feel marginalized
For the first time in high society.
And because of this complex, I’ll start to miss Moscow ...

I'll make myself a snob
I will read poetry to him, again
I will be dumbfounded
As it was with me before,

I'll be like that inspired kid
Which the peregrine fighter took away with such a pang.
Yes, you yourself know everything! Peter
It rotates in its own orbit.

I especially appreciate Peter
For his snobbery and cynicism ...
And even though I’m not so often in it,
But in my soul a whole stretch

Set aside for palaces and parks,
Under his courtyards and arches ...
Under the decoration of architecture -
Under the dictatorship of culture!

Peter, in which everything is monumental,
I am connected with you mentally
Through his friends, Leningraders.
You can’t tell about it briefly,

You can’t write words about him -
After all, he is much more crap!