In Russia, there’s a myriad of cities On our feet we don't have as many toes, Each year they become even more pretty Bathing in the sun and in the snow. Rostov’s hash is really fancy, Impressive in volume and size. Moskva’s blow is perfect as can be, Chelyabinsk; it’s time to get high. But in Peter we drink! In Peter we drink! In Peter Peter we drink! In Peter we drink! In Peter we drink! In Peter Peter we drink! I have traveled to so many spots, but Some places I forgot; some stuck with me I even reached the road’s end at Yamal, And saw things that you would not believe. Rostov’s hash is really fancy, Impressive in volume and size. Moskva’s blow is perfect as can be, Chelyabinsk; it’s time to get high. But in Peter we drink! In Peter we drink! In Peter Peter we drink! In Peter we drink! In Peter we drink! In Peter Peter we drink! From outside, it might seem like indifference, But, I still love my country. Oh, it’s true. This song aims to cure a tourist’s ignorance, If you’re a tourist, this song is for you.