Текст песни Дмитрий Филимонов - Москва-Питер

For happiness - barefoot in the sand.
My happiness is a head on fire.
But the steps do not measure the longing
From Chertanovo to Kupchino me.
No, do not glue my life, not to tie.
You need an output - only the output is not simple.
If something I could prove
Jumping from Crimean to Anichkov Bridge!
How I suited, my God, sorry
I can not fit into a steep turn.
Fly, fish, try
I am sinking to Nikitsky gates!
But, visiting a little bit away
from family caramel
on a whip of Tver yes yam
And back - to the black river on the snow.
Year after year sharpens the eternity of the tears.
This life is an enchanted circle ...
Successfully squinted his eyes
Petersburg my party friend.
Well you are not the first year with me!
Why don't you believe me, fools?
If necessary, I will reach barefoot
from "Saigon" to "big gogol"!
Looking: thoughtless eye mirror
Reflect the brilliance of the mint shining.
And throughout Russia, separated doggings,
The long ruble of man twist.
However, no flip of their fate - "unfortunately",
The Lord of the Lord will not be reproached.
This pain my fountain flows
And flows into the patriarchy ponds.

I would be friends - at least on the commemoration - to collect.
Yes, the fog is not called.
What in the fog? I can not disassemble
Ascension or saved on blood?
Something memory became me to change.
Nor remember, all churches and graveyard.
Yes, that's what's on Nevsky to walk
Does not let the light of ruby ​​stars.
I run, and in the sky there is a howl:
- Do not let him go there, scoundrel! -
and wet through a permanent convoy -
Two stations, two of my twins.
Every day there are trains there.
So what to blame for all fate?
Forever I will not go there ...
I just change Shechor on Ross.