To the Country


Saint Petersburg and Moscow City!
I’m tired of the traffic stream.
Ask anyone, what do you pity?
How much is your most cherished dream?
I don't need noisy cars for nothing,
I’m leaving for a village now.
I’ll… feed the bees with nectar laughing
At fate and maybe milk a cow.

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