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…