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Sails in inexplicable sorrowamidst the brick overhangsa nightly boat unquenchablefrom Aleksandrovsky Garden,a solitary lantern at night,resembling a yellow rose,above the heads of its beloved ones,by passers-by's feet.
Sails in inexplicable sorrowthe chorus of bees somnambulists and drunkards.In the nocturnal capital a photographwas sadly taken by a foreigner,and taxis with sick passengersare driving out onto Ordynka Street,and corpses stand embracingwith mansions.
Sails in inexplicable sorrowa sad singer through the city,stands near the kerosene shopa sad round-faced janitor,hurries down an inconspicuous streetan old but handsome lover.A midnight train newlywedsails in inexplicable sorrow.
Floats in the darkness of Zamoskvorechye,a swimmer into misfortune accidental,wanders a Jewish pronunciationon a yellow melancholy staircase,and from love to gloominessunder New Year, under Sunday evening,floats a coquette beauty,not explaining her sadness.
Floats in eyes a cold evening,shiver snowflakes on the wagon,frosty wind, pale windwill stretch red palms,flows honey of evening lights,smells sweet halva;night cake brings Christmas Eveoverhead.
Your New Year along dark-blue wavesin the sea of urban lifesails in inexplicable sorrow,as if life will start again,as if there'll be light and glory,successful day and plenty of bread,as if life will swing rightward,having swung leftward.
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