Here is a song by a young french singer, Damien Saez and it's called "Saint Petersbourg".
"In Saint Petersbourg
Snow falls, it's God who cries
Blood of the sky;
Pearls who falls as if the blood of the sky
covered the red century with a white flag.
In Saint Petersbourg
Snow falls to bandage with cotton
The poor world; But the world is men,
Countries and Gods and the pearls who fall
Rise to eyes.
In Saint Petersbourg,
We lost the war, not that of artillery
But that of the ideas;
And there is Olga, the blond girl
That we call hope, the girl who wanted
To do again the world.
A world made of light and of snow in summer
And of sun of winter and of night of love.
In Saint Peterbourg,
I will never go there
And the more I look at you, the more I know
That I love you my princess, my"elsewhere", my love
Since soul is richness,
In Saint Peterbourg,
Snow falls; it's god who cries the blood of the sky.
And there is Olga, the blond girl
That we call hope, the girl who wanted
To do again the world.
A world made of light and of snow in summer
And of sun of winter and of night of love."
I translated myself as you can see
When I listen it I think of romanov's history and the richnes of their history, the richness of Russia's soul
