Текст песни Мы живы - В трамвае

Behind closed eyes, the sun shines.
The red lake is splashing from the inside.
Foreign sounds fly through my window.
And I carry at the speed of hundreds of three.

Here was once a great view of the sky,
But billboards deposited to us a review.
And my face now looks pale,
As if the grandfather Egor himself sang Nasheko.