Your life is in your hands.
The foundation of the foundations, in the city of dreams.
Fog of drawbridges.
This is not Moscow, but the hero city of Leningrad.
St. Petersburg, Petrograd and I am glad about all this.
Rain city, crime capital.
Someone dreams, but someone is proud of it.
I dedicate the sample on the background to the golden-domed.
Filled with speed and on the opposite side of the main road.
Against everyone, you cover your face with a balaclava.
You love a football shirt for a healthy lifestyle.
If in practice and truly only one.
Your gut has long been evil.
Weather forecast outside, rain tomorrow.
Shakes the beat and bass, lover of a low landing.
So everything is sweet, smooth, it happens only in a fairy tale.
Peter, Moscow forever in a tight bunch.
Cities of the city of the city of roads, more expensive than the native city, I could not find.
Planes, trains route Peter - Moscow, every day, every hour, it's forever.
Cities of the city of the city of roads, more expensive than the native city, I could not find.
Yards, porches, bridges and rivers, canals.
We want everything from life and do so little at once.
Few did not become, it was, it was not, they wanted to come.
Some lost it, but some benefit.
The winds are not from the north, the sky is covered with clouds.
On the subway line to where you have never been.
In the hands of a newspaper, the song is not sung, summer is coming.
The search for roads has long been vetoed.
Only forward, no more is needed without looking back.
I forget what was expensive, alas, once.
Showcases of the network are close to passing cars.
It doesn't matter that one, the main thing in the soul is invincible.
Cities of the city of the city of roads, more expensive than the native city, I could not find.
Planes, trains route Peter - Moscow, every day, every hour, it's forever.
Cities of the city of the city of roads, more expensive than the native city, I could not find.
Planes, trains route Peter - Moscow, every day, every hour, it's forever.