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In St. Petersburg, the metro opens exactly with the arrival of the train to Tallinn,

I hold my backpack, as if kangaroo from Australia, so that they would not be stolen,

After all, I do not trust you, because I do not trust you.

And the whore views of the guards remind that this is not in vain.

In the backpack there is nothing but crumpled thoughts and tinned knowledge,

There is nothing in the backpack, only the old matches and a torn ticket of Russian Railways.

And there is nothing to take there, but I'm not going to share the secret with you,

Your greedy glances fall on them like a woman's cue ball

I fell in love with the atomic bomb this summer, as my hands the cubic cube will cut me

Roundabouts rusty like a tap valve,

And like fucking horses, children rusted.

Grandma in a skirt, which is speaking like a corpse, turns a thousand hours with a cherry,

I wish the city’s slush to swim on its dimensionless blurry ass.

Rain washes out problems with me, like from vegan cows of blood with an electric signs of the supreme gods, a miraculous shampoo from Organic-Shop`a.

The young man on the guitar shouts the compositions of Victor Tsoi,

I like it, the trifle rings, the changes clearly requires my heart.

And this shit from me even a tropical shower will not be washed away,

Grandmot in a belly blazing with a screwdriver and throw it into his hat

Running on escalators, students jump like monkeys on ropes

There I keep my backpack, like a kangaroo in Australia, because I do not trust you

After all, I do not trust you, do not trust you.