Текст песни Борис Примочкин - Сон в метро

When rush hour is on the subway
Metro chief is sleeping in a car.
He once had a dream
About a crowded wagon.

Under the march of Ravel Bolero
He leaves, closing the bureau.
Pushing yourself into a car is not easy.
What gender were you and growth.

Here every side, back, rib
Will crush someone's thigh.
Like a herring in a barrel everything is on the way.
Catch time to get off.

Get off the head late.
And he raised a terrible scandal.
That they didn’t open the door for him.
And he suffered a lot of losses.

And it became so bitter to him.
He opened his eyes - he was sweating.
Heavy dream - a lesson to him
But will there be a lesson for the future.

When rush hour is on the subway
Head basking in the car.
That terrible dream has long been forgotten.
This is not a reason to remember.