Lyrics Пiккардiйська терцiя - Старенький трамвай

STARENE TROUBLE
muse and say: Alexander Shevchenko

When the summer comes -
Hot time
And on a gray stone
Melting shade
When the ringing shouts
On the garbage dumps
Talk, walk
And think of laziness.

When the sun is hot
Hanging over the city
And from the frets of cars
A head is coming around -
I remember the cold
The lakes blue
Where ever went
Old tram.

Chorus:

Take me there
Where is nature itself
Hang me over the city
Where there is no asphalt
Take me there
Where is the green grass
Bows, stings
Old tram.

And a holiday in October
And then - winter.
I try not to look
On the tanned girls.
No ice cream or beer
There is no water.
How do those people live
In the Republic of Chad ?!

And I want to Antarctica
At least for a moment
I barely drag my legs
The eyes of the sweat of the bay ...
Again I remember the cold
The lakes blue
Where ever went
Old tram.

Chorus:

Take me there
Where is nature itself
Hang me over the city
Where there is no asphalt
Take me there
Where is the green grass
Bows, stings
Old tram.