Текст песни Трамвай до Тихуаны - 1-ваппвпа-05

When throwing bastards grenades in my balcony;
When the rifles will begin in neighboring windows;
When the war moves from the sandbox to the landfill -
Have time to hide behind the crossed fingers,
As learned experience and skill.

On the street will go shelves with burning eyes:
Everything in the board is voluntary, not at all by calling.
Time products will decide to mix in places
And get good - flammable,
And evil - beautiful nettle!

Our
may be,
End strength.
Dissolve in calendars
Not yet an evil century.
And the wind will beat flyers
About the walls of new buildings ...

But sooner or later
We will rise to the roofs -
Hug and wander their flag and their

Neutegian