А.Иванов - Я люблю этот шумный город...
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I'm going alone Nevsky
Because there is no one with anyone
Because the evening
Because it rains

And on Nevsky is crowded
And noisy on Nevsky
And you can get lost
Yes, so that you will disappear

Like a needle, in a haystack
Like in the courtyard Cat gray
In the reflection of the windows we are all,
So similar to mannequins

No on Nevsky separate fates
No case, there are no judges
We received a loan from above
And we lose it everywhere

In the underpass, plays with the people
Brass band - popular march
A street artist, putting his tripod
And choosing a victim, his pencil sharpens his

Someone caught up with his bus
Someone is in vain an inventory
Someone began the story with words
"The train moved away from the platform ..."

So the whole world has become tangible,
Like a ruble a bastard loan
We wound up such a design
And how to live in it, alas ...

And the rain seems to be less often
The sun cuts clouds
And the pigeons flew off
To the granite pillar

I'm going alone Nevsky
Not because there is no
Not because the evening
But because ...

I love this noisy city
I love his rhythm ambulance
It is constrained by chains of bridges
He is woven from white nights

The wind fresh from the bay blows
Blowing through, sweater
Call the city as you like
Anyway for me, he is Peter