Текст песни Сульфат Меди - Трамвай

Tram slowly
Goes
Wide
The street
The tram has rails
There is a machinist
There is a contractor.
I'm going, over me
Sky
Frowns.
There's ice under your feet
The sands
Some kind of rubbish.
I'm going
My goal
Runs away sometimes
from the eye.
I don’t know
Right
Is the course set.
Pointers lie
Or they just keep silent
Contagion.
There is a map,
Only
it
Ace of diamonds.
And stagger
Now
Like a madman
On the part of the carriageway.
Then into the fire
Then into the desert
Or the biggest
Snowdrift.
A tram without worries
On the roads
With your iron
Wandering slowly
Waiting for
Commands
Stop.