Alexander Rosenbaum. My Peter (№ 363149)

There came a sadness,
Well, I'm gonna go, I have to share it with anyone.
And green alleys,
In the fluff of the poplars, I walk in the land of the Neva.
Can you tell who: "the Climate here is not the one."
And I need your damp.
Here I became wiser, and with a city of rains,
We smear one world.