Текст песни Sheridan - Когда трамваи были бесплатными feat БАТЭ

has already gone a week, my trouble,
what to do with the body what to do, where poslonyatsya
Similar problems have murderers and Mandelstam
I submit this ultimatum fog
no experience
tearfully to reflect
on behalf of all who sleep in the bus
I call the spirit of a taxi
in prohibited rain in changing asphalt
that someone is shy to cry when the sun
do not care
All we ever see each other again, and it is an atavism
that can live only by those who live nearby
whence we have such a dangerous entity
I can let go - I can not get away from it

go out at dawn and I have not been met
when trams were free
we did not have enough for cigarettes
above us was smoke beneath us infirmary
We knew very little about Dawn
go out at dawn and I have not been met
when trams were free
we did not have enough for cigarettes
above us was the smoke under our hospital
we knew nothing about Dawn

I'm on the balcony, half-starved look from top to bottom
the point is to change the background was moving fast
quiet courtyard, with the intercom entrance is clean
here not to see flights of stairs to find a syringe
and even not per se
because over the years I have used that ladder Lazet go out for a smoke
evening absolutely nothing to stare
and sat down to put buckwheat neighbor
as well as bustling, in general garbage
at the bottom of the Urals in typical Ebony
sitting on a bench alone, tambourine motive
Do not come, so if you see me
not looking for anyone, do not expect anything
mixer, the ac, microphone and noise
and terminally fuck me back, who was there, and he came under the hood
and in the doorway waiting for us maniac, funneling
I decided to forget about him. not to hiccup
so, Yumorok and Kutch after the ceiling
still have time for sure

go out at dawn and I have not been met
when trams were free
we did not have enough for cigarettes
above us was smoke beneath us infirmary
We knew very little about Dawn
go out at dawn and I have not been met
when trams were free
we did not have enough for cigarettes
above us was the smoke under our hospital
we knew nothing about Dawn

among skeletons batteries
I'll tell you, or you're not interested
how all that was sometimes bestolku
I'm not doing this for the glory of Pasha Topics
for you
but you love so much to say I do with it
it's like a game when I can not see can not hear and do not grope
and all this is that I can feel your pity
hang together foolishness on the tongue
Vera pleased and Jurassic Shevchuk, musician
we're an orchestra of accordion and theremin
we do not so just and so matershinniki disclosed theme of creativity
by your not afraid to die
hornbeam because we raise on other worlds