Текст песни Виктор Ганч - Горько-пряно

We are not in London, suppose, and not in Vienna - get rid of God!
In this climate, Petersburg - everything is so windy and anxious.
I loved you detached, like a butterfly - look:
Yellow-black Mahaons are amazed by severe Peter.
Somehow asked parallels by Naboka. Entomologist?
I left my alleys among your streams of yours .., and the globe
On the table of our glorious daughter suddenly suddenly woke up, came to life,
turned around, as in March, the kidney on the wood cordless skin,
Completed as the whirlwind flying, turning into the planet itself,
Where the seas and forest ages ... We are not together in the light of this:
I am on Znamenskaya, you are on Furshtatskaya.
Distance not for poultry -
Two minutes of its flight, but where is this bird nest ...
Reflection - My Habit Prepare Life: With Inside
Man, moths and birds are deprived of beauty-bellows.
Just finding a painful point, add a little poison
In the wound, as if on the bridge salt asleeping Petrograd.