Leonid Filatov, Moscow Motley \ Леонид Филатов, Разноцветная Москва

Through the window, it&like viewing an art, What a beauty it is outside now! Like the colors were messed up all at once At Dzerzhinka and Manege. Moscow&colored by a daybreak of green, There&a red and yellow cat on the bridge, And a peddler at the metro-place is Selling oranges of beige. And a window of a trolleybus gleams, All the fare&motley, like in a film. Friends, it&awfully amusing to me To observe the outside world. Here&an African from faraway climes, So embarrassed by his skin, pure white, And a group of jolly boys nearby Wolfing ice cream tinted purple. A militiaman is shaking his head, By the look of Moscow taken aback. He&beside himself, he can&understand, Like a fish upon the rocks. I am prancing as I wish &the town. I am up to any miracle now. Lamps are hanging overhead, up for grabs, Like bananas in Moroc.