Текст песни Черная кошка и Американка - Николаевский трамвай

I sing the Nevzgod to all people,
I sing a scene-acterno,
Not topful, but daily -
Picture This Nikolaev tram.

Sleep the morning under the cover of the night.
Hurry up to the factory worker.
I woke up the whole proletariat,
Only tuneaders are only sleeping.

The market is dragging the cook.
The car flies, as if from the park.
Car flies on all pairs
What is just audible fucking tarars.

Where are you climbing me on foot?
Bear Do you Are from Berloga?!
Lady Redicul disappeared
And on the site of someone's Kul.

Screams the car: "Stop!
Throw pocket hold! "
Oh, how many miracles were there!
And the red dog in his pocket climbed.

Ah, my God, what a loss! -
Loaded three coils of threads,
Four packs Papile
And Armenian hung his nose.

Conductor in the skirt bites sponges,
Tickets Rvet and give us.
If you want, look -
Picture This Nikolaev tram.