Текст песни Григорий Войнер - Трамвай

When I'm not on time, in time
Tram, on red rushed Retivo,
What this beast groked about the rail,
Not injury threatening to me, but the nervous breakdown?

With creak inscribed in turn
As the solo is inscribed in a difficult crossword,
Poisoned wind in opened mouth
About whose sins me shouted horned?

I broke out, twisted. Alive.
Probably won the dispute with death.
Did not collapse with a fragmented head,
Not hidden in a plastic envelope.

Why now, passing sometimes
At dusk, brown dirt finding
In the grass, am I sure that this is blood?
After all, this is perhaps just a puddle.

04/22/04.