Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - В ритме города

In the rhythm of the city

Morzyanka buttons of intercoms,
Doors of elevator structures,
Stops stops
And the mate of the transport crowd
Newborn day will begin
In compartments of dusk entrances,
Parade, black ... red and white
And blue-white blue.

Tram electric motor
Click short circuits
Will sign all that is not in order
That roam failures on the network.
But passengers are very necessary
Get in time to the workshop.
So that the shadow of great integrals
Rather to the stars run!

Beat, gray conductor,
Voice residue for the evening.
Let go without a pass
Chudak, hurrying to his compartment.
He is a pawn in the battle,
He will soon come out. You are not soon.
Cold fingers imprint,
Under the trunk fell woodcutter.

The clock is running, hurry and chase,
Catch up - beat and let go
(Which is characteristic - not for long).
Rug to reverse the stream of people
Morzyanka buttons of intercoms,
Doors of elevator structures
And on the floor abandoned portfolio
Forg your new day with the world.

A.V.S.