Song: My Peter

I want to live among the canals and bridges,
And to go out with you, Neva banks.
I want to fly, I'm a white Seagull in the morning
Don't breathe over Your miracle Montferrand.
Want to keep the history of his country,
I want to open, Mikhailov Palace for the people.
Want to give, houses familiar from childhood with the view
My dream is to remove the forest from the Savior on spilled Blood.

There came a sadness,
Well, I'm gonna go, I have to share it with anyone.
And green alleys,
In the fluff of the poplars, I walk in the land of the Neva.
Can you tell who: "the Climate here is not the one."
And I need your damp.
Here I became wiser, and with a city of rains,
We smear one world.