Three thousand and three sisters
Remember
before
affairs of provinces? -
Playing preference,
vegetate
and etched.
Three thousand and three,
to the pain of the cheekbones,
whining sisters,
falling into anguish.
To Moscow!
To Moscow!!
To Moscow!!!
To Moscow!!!!
Moscow is white-stone,
Moscow stone-red
always
was me
sweet and beautiful.
But are we
the capital of one to get even ?!
Jacket of Moscow
For the Union is narrow.
And I see -
the capital of the capital
is growing
from the immeasurable strength of the Union.
Where the crows
vivid,
over carrion carrion,
in the canvas
railways
bandaged,
the capital
buzzes
Ukrainian Kharkov
,
alive,
labor
and reinforced concrete.
Beyond the mountains of coal
and rail
trains
Do not get tired of whistling.
The block about it wrote:
"It's lit up
I'm a new star to America! "
Where before
dry land
whales and sharks
licked
bezryboe sea,
in palaces
and boulevards
caresses Baku -
Togo,
who are hard-working.
And here,
where posters
tweaked a goat,
- "They will execute
such-and-such arias "... -
legend
stands up Kazan,
capital
Red Tartary.
Moscow was sad.
The old woman, shto you ?!
Look
and rejoice, prostolica:
hatch,
in all the Soviet States,
newborns of the capital!
1928
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