Petěrburg - Jaromír Nohavica

Kdyz se snasi noc na strechy Peterburgu,

pada na me zal,

zatoulany pes nevzal si ani kurku

chleba, kterou jsem mu dal.

Lasku moji knize Igor si bere,

nad sklenkou vodky hraju si s revolverem,

havran useda na strechy Peterburgu,

cert aby to spral.

Nad obzorem leti ptaci slepi

v zari cervanku,

moje duse, sirosira stepi,

mas na kahanku.

Memu zalu na svete neni rovno,

vy jste tim vinna, Nadezdo Ivanovno,

vy jste tim vinna, az me zitra najdou

s dirou ve spanku.

When night falls on the roofs of St. Petersburg,

he fell on me,

the stray dog ​​didn't even take a turkey

the bread I gave him.

The love of my book Igor takes,

I'm playing with a revolver over a glass of vodka,

the raven sits on the roofs of St. Petersburg,

cert to do it.

Blind birds fly over the horizon

in September,

my soul, the wild steppe,

you have a kahanku.

Memo is not equal in the world,

you are to blame, Nadezhda Ivanovno,

you are to blame, and they will find me tomorrow

with a hole in his sleep.