Текст песни ПК - трамваи

On the outskirts of the old winters,
shade off
Dissolve like smoke.
Leafless branches obsession
Near each corner.
sketch shadows
The trunk of each brush.
The sweet smell of the last wood,
In the column - the dusty ice,
And some very old
On the fence cat napping.
There are no words, no thinking.
Only the night and fog.
As the object of the poem,
The cat climbed up on the couch.
I'm afraid his pet -
He's gone, and then what?
Outside the window of the Falling Leaves
Crying late water.
Tea for curtains boils
Quiet bulb yellow eye
And far melody trams.
And the familiar world far.
Tram - gazebo
Glides on rails.
In the light of the lantern
Trees whisper.
Sunset Glass ...
Autumn smell ...
Empty sky
Above the heads of
swollen by the wind
And passers-by
His eyes are empty ...
How terrible it is!
Snow is wrong and mirthless
He is obliquely.
Binders black stairs.
And the cold stream of dreams.
And do not you see that in the tram,
They fly in the smoke.
Someone's life pass
And come to nothing.
Playing the radio and hear -
To me the sound is delayed.
Carrying on a wet black roof
Another unknown fear.
Playing music, and somewhere
In the long dark silence
Read my destiny winds
On the dead, scorched the wall.
Sky reluctant to shed
In dry gray silence.
The day flies, and the street does not melt,
Snow whips the black string.
Lanterns, circling like a person,
Outbreaks of cigarettes, lights stalls ...
Fear of the darkness disappear.
The dilapidated lace centuries.