Plamenev, Alexandr Tevelev To Moscow from Saint-Petersburg Piano Version

Doing my business gets harder and harder,
My mates are whining and cops’ siren is louder;
The outside men are filling our backstage,
But we can’t throw them out, cuz they’re killing our rampage.
The kingpin said, we need pluck up for action;
Go straight to Moscow to settle the question.
I wouldn’t like doing my way through corpses,
But I’ll kill everyone who opposes our forces.

Pain is changing my feeling;
Fear is blowing my breathing;
Life is wasted to ashes;
Heart’s pumping with clashes.
So what next, I wonder?
You’ll rat us, my brother.
It’s easy with torture;
Through dark and misfortune.
But it’s not a big deal;
I can’t sleep thinking of people I’ve killed.
I’ll take my sawn-off gun and and run like a mad dog
To Moscow from Saint-Petersburg.

I used to spit on the bloody faces
Of the gentlemen who didn’t share their chances;
If I need something, I just take my prize;
I can make the big boys begging with cries.
Moscow wanted giving in with no struggling, yeah;
The cash flow is here, so it’s scared of grabbing, well;
But if you become a real hotshot, o-oh,
You will be bought here or you will be shot.

Pain is changing my feeling;
Fear is blowing my breathing;
Life is wasted to ashes;
Heart’s pumping with clashes.
I bring up my good days,
I maimed them in all ways;
It’s simpler to set hand,
When eyes closed with a black band.
But it’s not a big deal;
I can’t sleep thinking of people I’ve killed.
I’ll take my sawn-off gun and run like a mad dog
To Moscow from Saint-Petersburg.

Many our guys have been bought by officials, trust me;
Now they can rob, cuz they are beneficial;
Yesterday we could just break our bread,
But now they’re about pop a cap in my head. Bang!!!
They need a peace with no any distemper
They’re ready to give their own mates to dismember;
They can betray, and let you be erased;
Moscow just chooses the people for waste.

Pain is changing my feeling;
Fear is blowing my breathing;
Life is wasted to ashes;
Heart’s pumping with clashes.
So I know what comes next,
I’ll be killed in advance … They’ll
Leave me in that grove,
It’s easy to make off … Yeah!
But it’s not a big deal;
I can’t sleep thinking of people I’ve killed.
I’ll never take my gun again; it's time for my epilogue;
I shouldn’t have left Saint-Petersburg.