Singer: Zoya Yaschenko and the White guard

The sky, the sky...
Thee is another sky
Frosty air breathes Nevsky
Winter is coming.
And I go and smile at everybody,
I'm above the clouds ascend,
I nod, taking off his hat,
On Nevsky house.

Peter, Peter...
You know so much, you've seen a lot,
And all I want to say to you -
It's only words.
I again bought a train ticket.
A little bit jealous
And slightly annoyed,
Walks me to the station
Night Moscow.

Cold. I cold today.
At the closed gates of your city,
From the icy music of your voice
From loop telephone wire.

I almost don't breathe, waiting for the meeting.

I'm waiting for You today, tomorrow, and next summer...

... Between us planets
Subway tunnels, floors, Mirage Suite.

And yet here you stand in my way
I was confused and silent again,
And you could rescue me
And that's what I want.

If you just go - what you're looking for, you'll find, but it's really a lie.

I scooped from the world of mind and now even more stupid.

It is very difficult to lose your mind, if you have nothing to lose.

We have to survive just because we are waiting for.
And suddenly all was quiet, we didn't know that the end of the war...
We left there, doomed to lynching,
We did everything properly, and now not needed.

I don't remember the taste of loss
I don't have the strength to resist evil,
Every time I get out the door
I'm going to do with your heat.

Yesterday fine dandies,
Today - knights of war.
They are not immigrants
They are still Her sons!

The same voice and the same words, but without the magic.