Dmitri Minaev. (№ 264389)

Morning. The whole city waking up from sleep...
Working people everywhere are fleeing.
The rumble and the traffic, Someone swears
And... you will definitely hit somebody.
Noon. The capital like more elegant,
Back and forth the crews scurry...
A crash on the front hit the rear
And... you will definitely hit somebody.
Evening. The streets gas lit,
Speech free fall and the whip
Like something alive in the hands of a rising
And... you will definitely hit somebody.
Night. People are sleeping already. The time has come for them
To finish your day-to-day work.
If we step down the street will do
There's sure to hit somebody.