Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Свернул трамвай

Turned the tram into Titova street,
spraying lilacs in the sky.
And the clouds - and I with you again -
fly over your head, good afternoon!
Good day, this is our stop
a landscape familiar from insomnia.
Conductor on the arm tattoo
not "yours forever," but "yours forever."
With the stub of Prima, I'm in the foreground
although I’ve been missing for a long time.
I am eighteen years old in my pocket
screwdriver, lighter and brass knuckles.
Greeting hand by hand, then just
nodding to the rolled up punks
short-haired, short,
how right they remember me
I pass through puddles lane:
what, Muse, mascara rubbed on the cheeks?
I took flowers from the chocks for you,
and I won’t give you to anyone.
I will throw the world at your feet child
and you and I will say goodbye forever
beauty when the bastard croupier
nods to the ambulances in C grade, when,
putting all the winnings on the word,
i will lose and for the last time
turn the tram into Titova street,
where you stand and tears pour from your eyes.