St. Petersburg - Brazilian Girls

Midst in our travelling hell

just after Sweden

floats on the Neva

St. Petersburg.

After the curtain

before the blow

cool our fever

St. Petersburg, hello.

Sundown at midnight

monkeys applauding

sunrise at one

walking on water

waiting is over

skies are still clear

like it or not

St. Petersburg, we’re here.

Do you like my accent?

when I call you (angel)

or I call you (energy)

did you know I’d be there?

call me (Snegurochka)

or (Ded Moroz)

Chasing the devil

catching his tail

fishing him out

we’ve reached our quota

here is your anthem

now go to hell

the devils daughter

St. Petersburg, farewell.

St. Petersburg, farewell.

Do you like my accent?

when I call you

or I call you

did you know I’d be there?

call me or Did you like my accent?

when I call you

or I call you

did you know I’d be there?

call me or