| Chorus:
|
| On the Peter-Sochi highway, the stars of happy occasions -
|
| Two destinies and for life!
|
| On the Piter-Sochi highway, two solitudes converged.
|
| In the morning St. Petersburg is poetic, - the evening in Sochi is romantic.
|
| White in the north, dark in the south, nights loved by lovers.
|
| In St. Petersburg, the song of architecture sounds like a statue of a female sculpture.
|
| In the city of Sochi, there are beaches and fruits, next to girlfriends are tanned figures.
|
| Once upon a time, Peter the Great himself walked around St. Petersburg with a shawarma.
|
| At that time, barrels of wine were already poured on the territory of Sochi.
|
| The northern city is at the zenith of glory, a coin in the fountain will return to St. Petersburg again.
|
| My southern pearl city on the sea, beckons to itself with the noise of surf shells.
|
| And when a bright day smiled at dawn, somewhere
|
| Chorus:
|
| On the Peter-Sochi highway, the stars of happy occasions -
|
| Two destinies and for life!
|
| On the Piter-Sochi highway, two solitudes converged.
|
| They go to St. Petersburg from abroad to be enriched with spiritual food.
|
| Foreigners come to Sochi to swim during the day and dance at night.
|
| People dress to the point, in St. Petersburg in cold and caustic.
|
| But they decide right off the bat, in Sochi hot in bikinis and swimming trunks.
|
| So much in common between Sochi and St. Petersburg, a child here will grow up as a leader.
|
| The roar against the rocks wave after wave, as if in traffic jams on a bridge over the Neva.
|
| Intellectuals are bringing full-length films to the cinema of brands
|
| Volodya, Lyudmila, Dima, Svetlana, always in the red meadow in winter
|
| And when a bright day smiled at dawn, somewhere
|
| Chorus:
|
| On the Peter-Sochi highway, the stars of happy occasions -
|
| Two destinies and for life!
|
| On the Piter-Sochi highway, two solitudes converged.
|
| It is not in vain that square meters grow here, it is not in vain that sports winds blow here.
|
| No wonder the kilometers pierce the long way, and our country is between Sochi and St. Petersburg.
|
| Chorus:
|
| On the Peter-Sochi highway, the stars of happy occasions -
|
| Two destinies and for life!
|
| On the Piter-Sochi highway, two solitudes converged. |