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On the street R. walks through the crowd.

Housewomen:

The heat of Peterburg
Will make you want to wring out suit and robe
And wonder whether the equator
Is painted in the right place on the globe
And if you make a decent living then rejoice,
Escape into the countyside, that is the cooler choice!

Coachmen:

The air in Peterburg
Will burn and hurt your throat and lungs
Will make you beg the waiters
For water to cool off your sore tongues
And if you make a decent living then rejoice,
Escape into the countyside, that is the cleaner choice!

Street vendors:

The dust of Peterburg
Comes from the roads and from the building sites
It hangs over the city streets
You cough and try to clear your eyes
And if you make a decent living then rejoice,
Escape into the countyside, that is the healthy choice!

Drunks:

The crowd in Peterburg
There are just these two kinds of folk for you to see
They pass you on their way
Those who are drunk and those who’d like to be
For if you make a decent living then rejoice,
Escape into the countyside, that is the only choice!

Townsfolk together:

The stench of Peterburg
The heavy stench of misery, wine and sweat
The parfum of the pot-houses
An odour that’s so easy to forget
For those who make a decent living and rejoice,
Escape into the countyside, and make the proper choice!