Текст песни В.П.А Разпездяюшки - Электричка

Electrician
In the morning to work with a smile i go
I happily hold a bag in your hands
Road, steps, Perron, station,
At seven fifty-two electrics mine.
People on the platform smoke and noisy
On the clock on the left hand they look
Seven fifty, seven fifty one,
So the electric train seemed.
Doors swung open - man fell
And the people from Perron began their raid
Attack with flanks, attack the forehead,
But no one could get into the rear electric train!
Doors close - electric train on the road
People on the platform dreamets and yell,
The exclamations are only about one
To approached the rubber car!
On panic platform, on the platform Riot,
People hoping to leave everything go
The heads of the head appeared again
But she drove it without stopping!
Nine forty-eight, nine fifty seven
And already there is no smile on me at all
Came the composition, in the tambour they brought
Ottoptali legs, broke the heels.
On the right breath breathes into the nose man
Left baby little screaming
Grandma pokes back crutch
Aunt sells beer with Belyash.
And the man with a burning song was delayed
The blower asks money to food
Acrobats, clowns, gymnasts, trunks,
They walk in crowds by crowds.
Time in the train - year for one and a half
Finally my output station
A couple of hours of joy without noise, fuss,
But again in the evening for the train I go!
05/29/2013
Recorded on 01/27/2015
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