никого не люблю - петербург - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Elastic cond is torn, the elite flows from me. Interrupted at the very beginning of the speech ...

I listen to the stories of robots from catering with longing

About how milk ran away from someone. I listened, instead of gratitude, they struck in the sting.

In St. Petersburg, you can easily disconnect and blown away. From St. Petersburg, everything is incredibly rolled. Homeers are covered with barbuhas with pants, spit on curls. A crispy pedestrian goes into the sky along the zebra. St. Petersburg is your spiritual wilds, a two-legged beast. In St. Petersburg, you will immediately become a writer, believe! Like Dostoevsky. You will become a cult cultural figure. The main thing is to shy away in the ceremonial, garbage in the urns. St. Petersburg is your first sex with cops for a vegetable truck.

Read these lines and feel how you get better. As if near the shrine, kneel down in front of Kupchino station. Everything in the past is acne, short women, night pollutions. Here it is, the city of your revolution!

St. Petersburg is you, who wrapped a brick pocket, after three minutes-the divine shawarma and you, who chewing, as if reading an inept rap with glossy lips. St. Petersburg-and you have not yet been banned in any khachmag. St. Petersburg-free of charge in a famous cafe. In the evening, sprouted with poems

And the fact that they are brilliant, faith is like a stone. St. Petersburg. Here you will become happy, guy.