Текст песни САС ПОТ - Трамвай

As the last tram
The expiring at midnight,
I do not come, stay,
That sort of thing.
Life is such an abomination,
Life is such a bastard ...
Everything in it is sold,
As in bardele bitch.

Would stop rails,
At the gate of the churchyard.
And worms burial
The meal the other day
Ended and that's ...
Clear all and simply:
Late only
On the last tram.

And a dirty whore
With undisguised nakedness
ready to give
Over a glass of port
As an attic forgotten
All abandoned trash
Life goes on sleepers
Stupidly, ideological emptiness.