Текст песни Баста и Смоки Мо - Каменные цветы

First Verse ( Basta )
Hekin cry of it is reflected from the walls,
Go out somewhere in the region of Debeng .
Indus -house MC and beatmaker Vasya Vakulenko .
I shout , - & quot; Hello Peter !!! & quot ;,
And cry drowned in a noisy Nevsky .
St. Petersburg, here I always have someone to meet !
Hayter burns in the fire - tripichnoe stuffed.
Burning lights harsh streets , fireworks Kuchina .
I send a signal from the studio to his people in Morse code ,
Divorce bridges, but Vasily flag
Teske gets to Vasilevsky Island .
Time machine , if you want you can ride ,
Petrograd - royal , Leningrad - besieged , Peter - gangster .
You can see everything so , to what special optics !!
Homicide does not catch the antibiotic.
Leaden sky , the north wind of winter,
Gulf of Finland , Moscow Station , hockey hall .
Blue blue and white Zenith ,
Sad old sphinx of Pressing prisoners in crosses.
All our who hangs out there brothers , all the best.
17th year - a fierce revolutionary horror ,
Peter and Paul Fortress , the Winter cruiser & quot; Aurora & quot ;.
Cheney Rubinstein orthodox as doctors Varavin ,
Field of Mars , an eternal flame , saved by the blood.
I was waiting for tourists , holiday weekdays, move hard
Throw a cigarette butt in the trash - whether cultural capital cultural .
Gloomy city , I send respect to all with whom sign
Who knew personally and mark through muzlo associated Muzlo .
I will throw things into the bag , departure from Vnukovo gray , and there will be a 9 brother .
Insert me Vnukovo, yes we are cards of different suits ,
We have cards from different decks ,
But we were driving in the alignment of the heavenly one puppeteer !!!

Chorus:
My little North Paradise
Stone flowers .
Fall all the bridges over the sky ,
And the sky is falling on us.

Peter For-Life!
Same P.!

My little North Paradise
Stone flowers .
Fall all the bridges over the sky ,
And the sky is falling on us.

Second Verse ( SOMK Mo) :
I am from St. Petersburg and the first salute to Gubchina ,
Dreaming about the days when you call me obtain .
Remember , in the heart of Marat Arnold Charges puschim .
At the Stables bolts that pale ,
That was not boring .
My style as St. Petersburg Reim ,
Victims do not know the score - first fun, then DP, then you want more .
You did Smokey crazy.
They did not believe - you ordered rhymes burn them !
I am 19 , we are on the Champ de Mars, to the first pair of half an hour. With Elijah sizzling Joni
In the evening, on a white nines I IBSU on yuzu, some Th cook there ,
The kitchen to Marat and Fyuzu .
Rose from the ranks in this city of dreams,
The next room is ready for Giza with banks of the Neva .
On the Black River in the dorm reading pals ,
Not knowing what I lunge chance.
Salute Luigi !
Look, I continue to fight, Romchik !!!
Rest in peace , my friend, we did not have time to say goodbye.
I was met by Gray , I arrive at seven.
Kotyara St. Petersburg until the very marrow of his bones ,
Continue to return to this city native.
There, where the melt and the days fly turning into smoke,
Fly turning into smoke , I'm leaving ,
But always remain yours , you hear !?

Peter For-Life!
Same P.! (P - Peter ( The same Peter! ) )

Chorus:
My little North Paradise
Stone flowers .
Fall all the bridges over the sky ,
And the sky is falling on us.

My little North Paradise
Stone flowers .
Fall all the bridges over the sky ,
And the sky is falling on us.