Текст песни Леонидов Максим - От Питера до Москвы

Things will get better , variables,
Equip reality.
Drifting along the platform spreads ,
I sit on a fast in Moscow.
Spill the windows blue
Privokzalny dim light .
We are no longer my friend today with you,
But in tomorrow we are not.

From St. Petersburg to Moscow take me locomotive ,
From St. Petersburg to Moscow bottle so the sound of wheels .
On the future of the shroud ,
At last the fog from the Neva .
Only 8 hours without sleep
From St. Petersburg to Moscow .

Black and white dawn, tea cups ,
Cigarette smoke on an empty stomach ,
Jostling and eternal summer residents
With a backpack on his shoulders skinny
And the taxi , the one
Where to wait until the gray hair ...
It's all going to happen tomorrow , my soul,
In the meantime , come on, sit down .

From St. Petersburg to Moscow take me locomotive ,
From St. Petersburg to Moscow bottle so the sound of wheels .
On the future of the shroud ,
At last the fog from the Neva .
Only 8 hours without sleep
From St. Petersburg to Moscow .
From Peter to Moscow ...