Текст песни Любовь Хорева - Троллейбус

And his square muzzle
I moved the way our proud
 trolleybus
I moved and did not know
two souls are now solve puzzle
It may be a good omen
perhaps unfortunately it
that scored in this region
you are not tram

and his gray hair sparing
wind again confused in areas
while the tram muzzle not proud
it flies in the arms of the city
the whole city in passers-by and the puppies
whose tendrils on her cheeks
at night from the big dogs puppies
hiding in the clouds

Evening on the Avenue
on the cat's dialect
someone crying
puddle stamping children's paw
He does not want to go with dad
not otherwise
not otherwise gives summer
these children's tears coins
I gather in your pocket
took home

and his gray hair sparing
wind again confused in areas
while the tram muzzle not proud
it flies in the arms of the city
the whole city in passers-by and the puppies
whose tendrils on her cheeks
at night from the big dogs puppies
hiding in the clouds

and trolley black cat
belatedly in the way a little bit
return
and taking you with me
he smile steel
He smiles again
who are we to interfere with a lifetime
wind-burglar fumbles
My golden strand
I do not take it

and his gray hair sparing
wind again confused in areas
while the tram muzzle not proud
it flies in the arms of the city
the whole city in passers-by and the puppies
whose tendrils on her cheeks
at night from the big dogs puppies
hiding in the clouds