Текст песни Кирпичи, Пилот, Бригадный подряд, Джан Ку - Большой питерский блюз

Saint Petersburg, bell ringing
At Rubinstein 13 I was born for the second time
And if God gave you the talent to write on the walls in the toilet
In St. Petersburg, you are an artist in the underground style
The city will take the load of your heart
Took out his guitar and take a ticket to the Big St. Petersburg Blues

Here, if you're not a redneck - you can do anything
Here every girl queen's face
Here millions of ideas and thousands of opinions
Here are all my friends and every first - genius
Here at all enough number of music
Where stars are born, adding a Petersburg's Big Blues

This city gave me my star,
I will not lie - here almost like a paradise,
And motayas in the second-class cars in the country
You're always going to think whatever the weather in St. Petersburg?
Neva is waiting for you, if you are not greedy and not a coward
Stand on the Holy Land and sing along with us from St. Petersburg Big Blues