И больше никого [I bol'she nikovo] [English translation]

I love Piter (St Petersburg) right up to the swollen,

the swollen faces that rub up against the stalls,

here the new Dostoevsky, or Pushkin,

go through life in a march through the centuries.

I love you,

and no on else,

do I love at all...

do I love at all...

Because of the question, "what region are you from?"

And because of the answer of a smack of the fist,

And because of the blessed Grebinshchikov,

I love Piter, so much that I get a lump in my throat.

I love you,

and no on else,

do I love at all...

do I love at all...

Because we are the cultural capital,

We fucked all, and will fuck all.

And we don't need any fucking Nice,

Peter's our father, Matvienko's our mother.

I love you,

and no on else,

do I love at all...

do I love at all...