Близнецы

I often hear that our city - a region of the earth,
That we live in a rural away here ,
And this was said by different people.
I could not agree with them, dammit.
It is no secret that a lot of boring here .
And from that they sometimes run to the west ,
Not just where to poke a finger on the map ,
And very often choosing one route .

Of course, many torn away to Moscow
Where dreams sometimes show through in reality ,
But , for some reason I think so , that most ,
Pleasant evening watching the Neva.

They are similar , apparently
Like twins Peter ,
And those who breathes freely in moist air our ,
The move will not feel even .
And the rest, that really there ,
Vlad does not compare to Peter ,
Although there are no such hills and the air with the smell of salt ,
And there's this sea.

It touched me,
Around one Piteromaniya ,
I'm probably doomed
Lose consciousness from Peter .
But I was not counted two of his friends,
Markedly decreased here closest circle.
And now let us at polar ends of the country ,
They are close to me all also important.

Let , as before , I can not hug them ,
Let not see each other as they used to once every two days ,
But I know and I can well understand them ,
Somebody here once can not find me.

They are similar , apparently
Like twins Peter ,
And those who breathes freely in moist air our ,
The move will not feel even .
And the rest, that really there ,
Vlad does not compare to Peter ,
Although there are no such hills and the air with the smell of salt ,
And there's this sea.

And let there fabulously beautiful view from the roof ,
But not the sea , and the marsh and reeds in it .
In June, it is not clear when you sleep ,
It is time to get up or lay down only .
All fall under the feet of slush and rain,
In museums and crush at the entrance to the queue.
The channels in the trash blows musty water
But I fell in love with this city forever.