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Saint Petersburg
In St Petersburg, snow is falling
It's God, crying about the world history,
Pearls falling, as if the sky's blood,
Covered the red century
With a white flag
In St Petersburg, snow is falling
To dress the poor world with cotton whool
But the world is made of men,
Countries, Good Gods
And pearls falling and welling in your eyes
In St Petersburg, we lost the war,
Not that of the cannons, but the of the ideas,
And there's the blonde Olga, the one we call Hope
And the one who's looking forward to make the world anew,
A world made out of light and summer snow,
Out of winter sun and night of love.
To St Petersburg, I shall never go
And the more I look at you, the more I know
That I love you, my princess, my elsewhere, my love,
For soul is richness in St Petersburg.
In St Petersburg, snow is falling
It's God, crying about this poor world's history,
And there's the blonde Olga, the one we call Hope
And the one who's looking forward to make the world anew,
A world made out of light and summer snow,
Out of winter sun and night of love.
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Damien Saez: En İyi 3
| 1. | Mon Européenne |
| 2. | Guantánamo |
| 3. | Jeune et con |
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Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Ukrayna'nın Yanında Olun!
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