Oh, Peter! I Am Crucified By Your Neva, Poem by Liza Sud

Oh, Peter! I am crucified by your Neva,
between your palaces and channels!
haze's hactic here - and gloomy life -
But here Love is always shining!

Luciferianism - in your morning mist!
At sunset the sun - doesn't go!
and when I sink - in your, I, your eyes,
I see there lights of Enjoyments!

Forgive me, oh Moscow! To ruins you go,
by Traitors - with false names!
And Peter -is gray, and Leningrad - holy -
And - beacons - in my gaze!