Санкт-Петербургское небо [Sankt-Peterburgskoe nebo] [English translation]

A room. The windows looking out over the square.

Flags torn in the sky.

A woman behind the windows across the street

Is burning undecayed letters

But over her head

Is the sky of Saint-Petersburg

A staircase. Ten bays.

Every one of them examined until it hurts.

Tramways oppressed by people,

But I don't feel the elbows.

I'm on my way into the cloudy land,

To the sky of Saint-Petersburg

Give just a bit of freedom

To the soaring bird in the gun sight.

They won't be able to fly anywhere,

If you crash down on the city...

Hello, autumn square;

Even if my floor isn't the last one -

I'll be soon with you,

My Saint-Petersburg sky.

• Artist:Splean
• Album:Пыльная быль (1997)