Chaika - Очерк
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From work to the house of sleep and again to work
Two hours to nine I go out in any weather
I go down and here it is a familiar smell of the metro
Hello people hope you don't care

On the left to the poeter down at the Victory Park station
Fifteen people read one and tuzh newspaper
They are probably one of those who look at her girlfriend
Most of the truly far from home

Stop brass, stop at least for a moment
The risk increases three times and the hotel
Everywhere they are those who mercilessly value time
The speed of their movement increases repeatedly

Over time, every visiting will accept its rules
In his hands roulette his return ticket or laurel
Different breeds only here I can see
From different cities of the country in which I live

And having lived here for some specific time
We came to perceived in another definition
This is a boorish attitude of those who stand at the counter
Or they eat when you choose the slippers thoughtfully

The real metro is hidden from the eyes for a long time
Where the tunels are going, is unlikely here knows who
And only citizens are destined to guess a lot
What is going on inside dancing in this dance

the city does not fall asleep and probably will never fall asleep
until visitors get tired of transporting trains
And when I akay asking a stupid question
The chance that they will answer actually sharply increased

The accent of Moscow is said faster
P5rd rule here learn to appreciate the time
And only she is the leader of this orchestra
But in fact it is quite interesting in it

Old Arbat gathering of local talents
It’s scary to get to the wall of Tsoi at times
In Arbat prices, twenty times higher than once every time
they breathe, it means people to be held and everything is bought

Here you get a buzz in the suburbs at six in the morning
Two hours to work home late in the evening
While you get it, you have time to wake up your pages
You feel life not understanding on the faces of tourists

Who is tired of the hustle and bustle lives calmly in the piece of iron
Well, or somewhere else you see this local
Anyone who pierced for a long time no longer pays in the subway
If you're here you will understand it comes by itself

You will get used to it over time not to look people in the eye
There are so many persons to leave faith in miracles
Do not tear our small capital into pieces
And you are a golden -headed circle meeting our tourists

Circle the carousel in the heat and in the blizzard
This is where Lenin cannot meet Muscovites
Where the metro is clogged and just crowds of people
Play roulette Moscow meet guests