Голландский Штурвал - Питерская ночь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I took a break. I went to the islands to study for your diploma, watch your favorite TV shows. I imagined myself talking to you while climbing mountains, walking along the embankment, or going to bed.

I returned to St. Petersburg. We met and had a drink. A typical drinking session at Rybatskoye. You were tipsy and pressed your cheek to my shoulder. Everyone left the room, and it became quiet and secluded. You asked,

"Nikita, are you in love with anyone right now?"

I was lying on the balcony with my head on the floor, and you said you didn't see the slightest chance of us being together. I don't remember the next few days very well. I writhe on my bed, drank heavily, and didn't go to work.

A friend recommended a book about Zen to help me feel better. I opened it to a random page. I focused on one phrase among the blurry text: "Only he who has lost everything has found what he sought."

I was sitting in the Mayak bar, and when the decanter was empty, a group of people approached, seemingly drunk but not threatening. They offered to share a drink. At the head of the group was a fat man with a sly, watchful gaze—he said they were from Moscow, but he was holding a bottle of St. Petersburg Night vodka. I sensed something inhuman emanating from them,

but sometimes only what seems ugly can save. I pulled up a chair and invited them to sit. When you can't choose love, you always choose death. She's like the last bride, promising care and, like any woman, afraid of being explained. And with you, I realized—where we hope to break free from ourselves, we find ourselves in the very heart of our own existence.

The street was flooded with black rain. And these people led me to the Pechka bar. It seemed to me that their leader resembled a demon. He poured out a bottle of St. Petersburg Night, and I sank into the table.

Having rejected your voice, I don't know where to go. The moon's reflection flows into the ditch. I find myself in the park, alone, with an empty bag and a head heavy with clonidine.