Текст песни Владимир Ермолаев - Трамвай на Калькутту

The last tram goes on Calcutta
We drank midnight tea only a minute
But I carried a suitcase, and I was late
Here's the Dark Dal - I walked into her

Since then, I am unsubstantiated
Where I get a fit - everywhere I find something
On the epochs and countries, in the guise of strange
Then sober, then drunk, I go with a suitcase

Three -ette-times
Heart beats hardly
I'm taring herbarium and photos
Encyclopedia, help from work
Dictionaries and doubts, red diploma
Guitar "Forest Paul" and a rug with an elephant
And how hard me!

CHORUS

- Throw a suitcase!
- No, no, I can't!
- Throw a suitcase!
- No, I'm so tied to it
- Throw a suitcase!
- No, I was born with him, and I will die with him!

And the world is simple - place for games and jokes
Alchemical Tigl, tram on Calcutta
You appear - Touch. You take away - let go.
And you are all clad and put in a suitcase, why? - You do not know.

CHORUS

- Throw a suitcase!
- No, no, I can't!
- Throw a suitcase!
- No, I'm so tied to it
- Throw a suitcase!
- No no!
The tram is already waiting
And in it - your lucky ticket!