It's been too long I feel the weight of each December My mind is withdrawn From everything I remember Floating along The river runs East of where I stand Nothing is wrong I am what I am And if this harbour can only Give me a little place to be Then I find peace in Saint Petersburg It all depends on what you see Dragging you down They pay no attention to the helpless Why should it count With the following arms still walls of selfish It's been allowed Never a word against a monster The fists that changing is the dead Listening to the rain Listening to the people chattering Listening to the reason we all exist Listening to the rain Listening to the people chattering Listening to the reason we all exist And if this harbour can only Give me a little place to be Then I find peace in Saint Petersburg It all depends on what you see