Текст песни Алексей Петров - Пассажиры трамвая

On the fate of the passenger tram no disown .
And the stigma it is unlikely someone will be able to get rid of .
All sit as defecate in unitaznye armchair .
Or rather , coping with want service go to serve.

Major collapsed , lost in battles waist.
Will not give it the place of the aunt with the ticket in his mouth.
A flock of colored women never see Australia.
Well kenguriny marsupials in the evening all will gain .

Here's a butcher , they are pressed into the handrail someone complexion lush,
Occurs when the store closing hour
In this bag with a pretty Indian lilac Krsna
He put on a white cow sirloin part .

Metalist , all zaplёvan spikes and loud music .
Tram passengers , please be people!
And read the tram Zhivago and crumple your pain .
Like pieces of the sky in blue holding a new world.

Tram passengers - drive malicious intruders .
Stoke thought blind haste as drowning kittens.
Gritting his teeth tightly ruins subsidiaries carious .
They still want peace and do not want war .

Extracting grub , they have acquired evil laws.
Nerves in the whip woven , forgot his nature .
Red and yellow tram cars with burnt dust .
Without any hope for anything better than that .