Текст песни Сульфат Меди - Трамвай

Tram slowly
progress
In general
street ,
We have the tram rails,
Any driver ,
There kontraler .
I'm going over me
Sky
Frowns .
Underfoot the ice,
That Sands ,
That some cop .
I'm going ,
My goal
runs times
from the eye .
And I do not know
Correct
Whether a course to take.
Pointers lie ,
Or just keep quiet
Infection.
Map is,
Only
it
Ace of diamonds .
And reeling
Now
Like a madman
As part of the carriageway .
That the fire ,
That in the desert ,
Or in the biggest
Snowdrift.
A tram without worries
On the roads
His iron
Leisurely walks ,
waiting
commands
Stop.