Чёрный пёс Петербург [Chyorny pyos Peterburg] [English translation]

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! A face on legs,

Cold eyes that are freezed behind the dust.

Tonight I'm breathing your smell of stones,

I'm drinking the names of your streets and trains of your houses.

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! A bird's horror of passer-by's

In windows of night lights.

Wolfs are howling on Volkovskoe [cemetery], look's like

tomorrow it'll be much funnier there.

This beast is never running anywhere.

This night is not calling anyone anywhere.

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! I hear your voice

On dead staircases, in a wheeze of locks.

Your music is scattered everywhere, as hairs.

On hard roubles of old people I see spots of blood.

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! Roofs, sofas,

And emptiness above your shifted roofs [wordplay here, "shifted roof" means "crazy"].

Glasses are being filled whith ash on staircases,

Here, The Cleanness lives in a dirt.

chorus

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog, a spilled gunpowder of

Silence of misteries of these walls.

Strange rustle breathes in every corner in the night.

Every monument is in a state of war here.

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! Time has shrinked into the moon,

And your old owner has died.

You both are keeping silence, remembering

another disposition of waves on Neva.

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! Night is stainding at quay.

It's time to go, and I cannot turn my destiny back.

I see the reflection of the beginning in this obscure waters,

And just like him, I don't want to die.

Saint-Petersburg, a black dog! Is there anything alive

Here, in a realm of walls spitted by time?

You are keeping silence, you are always calm,

Even at times of most drastic changes.

chorus

Only me, only you, me, you, me, you

The heart!

Our heart does live.

this beast...

this night...

Only me, only you, me, you, me, you

The heart!

Our heart does live.

Our heart sings.