Текст песни Олег Хаславский - Трамвая сонные толчки...

Tram drowsy tremors ,
And the emptiness , and for a moment
By the touch of my hand
Polubezzhiznennoy hands .
It is neither joy nor secretly ,
It is , the Lord will judge us ,
As our past , by chance,
Regularity - ahead.
It is like an echo of the conversation ,
With that there is nothing to bind ,
And a sign that too soon
We will have nothing to say .