Текст песни Анатолий Колмыков, Игорь Луньков - Больной трамвай

Unfinished summer, inadequate longtime edge,
In the cornflower deserted, we are carried away by a sick tram.
He won on turns, he rushed and creaked,
And in his broken office of the nightingale Spring sang.

Above his trim, bees and bumblebee
On his seats of dirty roses, the May bloomed.
And when he threw the rails and went through the meadow -
Your warm cheek burned near my lips.

Floors were dissolved in white and pink fog,
And prusted bells in rye.
He brought me accidentally in unforgettable years ...
Felt these rails, wipe the wires!

I understand, I accept, I arrive in a strange world -
Crazy tram crazy passenger.
Crazy tram crazy passenger ...
You do not live like anyone - so foaming on yourself.