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"Moscow Waltz" (E.Sinitsyn)

Waking up on crumpled sheets in the morning,
Ten minutes before the pot,
I look aimlessly at the calendar that has notified me
About the beginning of the work week.
Front, courtyard, bus stop,
Metro, escalator, and two turns ...
The globe is still steadily turning
But I am indifferent - work, work, work ...

I'm too tired in this stone jungle,
From these ridiculous, ferocious laws,
From the monotony of local routes,
And from constant spitting and pricks.
Here they give a hand, without taking off the gloves,
The boundaries of consciousness outlined MKAD,
The Nutcrackers cheerfully stamp the pavement,
And the rats from the chairs watching the parade.

And at this time you are sitting in a half-nap,
Eleven thousand above sea level
And there, under the wing, only the eternal mountains
They stand and do not know grief
They stand and do not know grief
Only the mountains do not know grief ...

Labyrinths of tangled streets are boiling
Friends dispersed in their interests.
The threads of fate are woven into a ball,
And to unravel them is useless.
So long days and weeks last
In the empty waiting for the flight weather,
You're where the blizzards don't catch you
My departure is postponed for many years.

And at this time you are sitting in a half-nap,
Eleven thousand above sea level
And there, under the wing, only the eternal mountains
They stand and do not know grief
They stand and do not know grief
Only the mountains do not know grief ...