Вынужденные Колебания - рельсы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The driver of the tram grows gloomily/ on rusty rails, which is not playing in front of him for a long time, \ wheels are knocking: the lord-Dyn-Dyn-Dyn \ composter does not pierce the snow-white ticket with the strip \ The conductor does not check the tickets,/ the conductor has long turned. In the skeleton/ rusty rails lead to nowhere,/ the final will never be ../