Saint Petersburg
Tekst: Bart Van Damme
Melodie: Geert De Mits
Muziek: Cats in the Attic
Can’t almost describe the atmosphere
Saint Peter one at night
Look at the stars, the smell of French fries
Slightly tipsy two at night
Where Leningrad street and the river meet
Darkness all around
We walk down South, miss the last bus
All we hear is rocking sound
Grey and smoky music café,
You’re welcome another one
Grey and smoky music café,
He’s a boy you can count on
Grey and smoky music café,
You’re welcome another one
And he kisses his flowers goodbye
Saint Peter three at night
Look he’s a star, the music goes on
Slightly tipsy four at night
A Small path towards glory
Sun street late at night
Black dressed girls, sitting on the window
In a pub there’s no light
Grey and smoky music café…
The singer is a rebel, an honest man
A bloke you can rely on, you can rely on
The leader is an rebel, an honest man
A boy where you can count on, you can count on.
Grey and smoky music café…