Lyrics Ракетобиль - Баллада О Троллейбусе

The trolley vital spirit of fish and seeds

In addition, someone bothered to breathe fume
Powerful body shielding two little girls

In the corner stood a grandmother, still wail
And on the seats who are asleep, and who watched the neighborhood

And in one eye fatigue, while others simply nonsense
And outside people languished unknown

Regarding the penetration inside

Whistles draft, but still stuffy
And the conscience of the composter has long kept secret

It seems to be unanimous and edinotelny
In urban transport, at six o'clock in the evening

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At the middle door shouting, swearing, panic
What is it, what's wrong, we burn, do not burn!
It turned out everything is simple - to catch a pickpocket
All in a raised voice to decide what to do with it
And those who are older shout that supposedly lead to separation
Younger ones to offer just on the brain
And outside winter and spring give an idea
About quarrel between two grand ladies

We broke down the rod, standing at the crossroads
All blamed the driver and ice
Or who are not indifferent to such a snag
Soviet people being accused of indifference
Soviet swearing in Soviet trolley
And over the door sign on the strange manners
"Uritsky factory in the town of Engels'
And from the bottom "Made in the USSR"

Whistles draft, but still stuffy
And the conscience of the composter has long kept secret
It seems to be unanimous and edinotelny
In urban transport, at six o'clock in the evening

Trolleybus rushing uphill honking and skidding
Stalled brain after a hard day
Legs, buzzing and protesting,
It is not clear yet keep me
Get out? Yes, I go out - answer
Crawled would if he could not get out
Trolley door growling, sail
Blockages, wearily on the right side