Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Автобус номер 720

I'm in the box, a frozen hole
Drill, warming
That window of warm breath,
Watching the scenery,
What hovers darkly
Outside, amid the snow flakes,
And babishchy warm coats
Climb up and sit down
On the seat that skriplivo
Take ikhi carcasses
And noses lasciviously
All inhale the fresh air,
He Frosty jet
Cools their larynx,
At which layer of cheese
After breakfast we left.
And a little urine smell,
Nostalgia for Paris
None to speak of, and it is not necessary -
There is only the joy of knowing,
That all together we - the heroes
Weekday labor, gambling,
Bowl earth in our hands -
Sandwich with cheese nozdryastym ...