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But draw-wells are overfill with rains.
They spit on us with a dirt and cold.
The winds tore the leaders portraits
Putting our heads under hammers and sickles.

Oh, this crazy town !

Dark streams flowed down here from far switchbacks
Packing and the center and dirty suburbs.
The sun hid itself behind the barbed mugs
Smiling us from darkness of swamps.

Oh, this crazy town !

Being doomed to live with wheels ' screech,
The automobiles hate all human race.
They blacken windows of houses.
Having painted by black a crane of cupolas.

My madness was such aptly here.
I was surprised, I got away with it.
My sins, forgotten they were.
Oh, town ! I'm as mad as it.

Even evening comes with light of street lamps
Sparingly adorning a narrowness of yards.
The bridges and palaces, looking at us,
Came down here from different worlds.

They remember that time when noubles used coaches,
That time of dark veils and honest duels,
That time of passioned intrigues and love.
They take us away from this world of the sorrow.

Oh, this crazy town !