Текст песни Синдром Бетельгейзе - Заснувший в трамвае

Birds on the roof shouting and do not know the rest
The sky is tired of the eternal inner war
Falling asleep in the tram eyes are not open
He dreams of bad dreams
For many nightmares

Paints showered with black skinny trees
Crunches on the teeth not fire melted the snow
New life emerges slowly in the womb
Rushes toward spring
Long insane spring

To love and to escape was shot in a dark house
Search in the darkness at random is not wrapped crane
Falling asleep in the tram bread bitter separation faults
The death is a game
Long ages game

Ship adrift cold hands
Dark of the city, in the eyes of the music drowns
Cusco reality long street clones
That is about to begin storm
The long night and the storm

Reeling shadow, eyelids are raised on windows
Candles light lost in the expanse of the steppes
Falling asleep in the tram in the melt water does not get wet
He threw off the shackles of chains
Reality rusty chains

By nervous kinks fragments of forgotten fantasies
Stolen lightning thirst for someone to love
The one who had fallen asleep waiting for a simple farewell phrase
He discarded wings flying
Above the city dark flying ...

11:22 March 27, 2001