Saint Petersbourg [English translation]

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.

• Artist:Damien Saez