Текст песни Ракетобиль - Баллада О Троллейбусе

The trolley vital spirit of fish and seeds

Besides, someone bothered to breathe fume
A powerful body shielding two little girls

In one corner stood a grandmother, still lament
And who slept on the seats, and who looked at the neighborhood

And in some tired eyes, while others simply nonsense
And outside people languished unknown

Regarding the penetration inside

Whistles draft, but still stuffy
And the conscience of the composter has long kept secret

It seems to be unanimous and edinotelny
In the urban transport at six o'clock

loss between verses

At the middle door shouting, swearing, panic
What had happened, burn, do not burn!
It turned out everything is simple - caught a pickpocket
All in a raised voice to decide what to do with him
And those who are older shout that supposedly lead to separation
Someone younger offer just give on the brain
And outside the winter and spring give an idea
About two grand ladies quarrel

Plucked rod, standing at the crossroads
All blamed the driver and ice
None who are not indifferent to such a snag
Be accused of indifference Soviet people
Soviet swearing in Soviet trolley
And over the door plate on the strange manners
& Quot; Plant Uritsky in Engels & quot;
And from the bottom & quot; Made in the USSR & quot;

Whistles draft, but still stuffy
And the conscience of the composter has long kept secret
It seems to be unanimous and edinotelny
In the urban transport at six o'clock

Trolley rushing uphill honking and skidding
Bucs brain after a hard day
Legs, buzzing and protest,
As it is not clear yet keep me
Leave? Yes, I go out - answer
Crawled would be if could not get out
Trolleybus, snarling door sail
Blockages wearily on the right side