Текст песни Пилот - Большой Питерский блюз

Saint Petersburg, bell ringing ,
Rubinstein at 13 I was born a second time .
And if given you the talent to write on the walls in the toilet ,
In St. Petersburg, you're an artist in the underground style.
And this city will take the load of your heart ,
Took out his guitar and take a ticket .

In Petersburg's Big Blues ...
Big Blues from St. Petersburg ...

Here, if you are not a redneck - you allowed all
Here every girl queen 's face ,
Here millions of ideas and thousands of opinions,
Here, all my friends and every first - a genius,
Here at all enough amount of music ,
Here, stars are born , adding a

Big Blues from St. Petersburg ...
Big Blues from St. Petersburg ...

This city gave me my star ,
I'm not going to lie - there is almost like paradise ,
And , in the second-class carriages motayas country,
You're always going to think , how 's the weather in St. Petersburg?
Neva is waiting for you , if you are not greedy and not a coward ,
Get on this holy land and sing with us

Big Blues from St. Petersburg ...
Big Blues from St. Petersburg ...