Шмитовский проезд

Here Shmitovski passage, the first passage.
 That is the beauty of the households, that purity entrances.
 Here, people are so nice, do not know the word "bastard."
 And instead of the national anthem is played Saint-Saens at midnight.
 
Here the largest vegetables and fruits fabulous,
 And Murzik bold, huge and dinghy.
 More there are no crows, jays but only nightingales,
 Plato and Thomas More are sitting at the bar.
 
Or maybe they do not. I have them in the face I do not know.
 But say to them, "Salam" - they nod in response.
 Where in the sky the Southern Cross.
 Oh, Shmitovski fare.
 
Elegant homeless people here drink Chartreuse and Chianti,
 And the money you give them, muttering: "Oh, stop!"
 Here the dance in a circle bashful confused
 And they are taken in marriage sea captains.
 
The banker is in the money, by the way traffic cop.
 And do good, calm as gods.
 The kitchens say for the life and the weather.
 And kettles whistling Beethoven's "Ode".
 
Mirror Pond - the pearl of the landscape,
 And before the start of the walk are the astronauts.
 It does not see shining stars of the Kremlin,
 But it is seen on a clear day with binoculars Colossus of Rhodes.
 
Or maybe not Colossus. Who knows, really?
 Perhaps this is Peter Tsereteli.
 At the feet of its river,
 Built to last.
 
Wide as the Hudson, like Amazon, long,
 And rarely comes to the middle of the pedestrian.
 Often, the president will call on Sunday,
 The old lady handing out cookies and candied fruits.
 
The architectural appearance is bright and beautiful.
 Here built Corbusier, Niemeyer, Hundertwasser.
 Here were Leo Tolstoy, Landau and Botvinnik,
 Now I live here, and then drink a half a ruble.
 
I sit here as a cricket, and songs term.
 And his last praise, scold someone else's hearth.
 And look how his street painting,
 But one evening walks are not at risk.
 
Well, yes, I lied, lied, invented, embellished.
 Not Leo Tolstoy lived here, not build Hundertwasser.
 
But it is inherent in such a happy outlook.
 Let someone else at your shelter slanders.
 For me there - grace
 What else to grumble.
 
How demolish our house - uzho go fun.
 Build offices, a bank, and from here we have resettled
 Somewhere in Fili,
Or in New Khrapunov.
 Wherever resettled,
Everywhere, my friend, is bad.
 
But I'm out there and sing, praise the guitar
 Is there any prospect Baku Commissars.
 And this is good! Try you yourself
 See the ocean in a simple cesspit.
 
Oh, Shmitovski travel,
I am your singer brutal.
 Of all the sacred places
You really naisakralny.
 Where in the sky the Southern Cross.
 Oh, Shmitovski fare.
 
Do you want to live in paradise?
 The second floor has a balcony.
 Flats for sale
 In just half a lemon.