streets sad,
Snowdrifts and frost.
Scamps desperate
With cigarettes lotkami.
Dirty streets of strangers
In fun wicked game,
All of them - the pickpockets,
merry thieves.
The area - on Nikitskaya,
And these - Tverskaya.
Stand with mournful whistle
They are there day after day.
Scurry in all brothels
AND, seizing leisure,
read Pinkerton
A beer aloud.
Let the beer is bitter,
They are without beer - three sheets.
All the rave New York,
All pulling in San Francis.
Then again sad
Out in the cold
Scamps desperate
With cigarettes lotkami.


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