Костя Беляев - Шел трамвай десятый номер
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There was a tenth room,
Someone died on the site.
Pull, pull the dead man,
Lamp-Drya-o-tsza.

A carriage drove up,
There is no place in the carriage -
Everyone is dead from Vincets,
Lamp-Drya-o-tsza.

Here is the people stubborn!
I'm not dead - just drunk.
I crushed half a half -
Lamp-Drya-o-tsza.

And in my hands I, although drunk,
I squeeze the suitcase.
In the suitcase of Tom Matsa,
Lamp-dream-o-tsza!

Early in the morning I woke up
He reached for the suitcase.
What? Where is Matsu?
Lamp-Drya-o-tsza.

They say: your cookies
That without sugar jam.
Like, spat endlessly,
Lamp-dream-o-tsza!

You drag your suitcase
To deceive the Slavs!
We will tear them, scoundrel,
Lamp-dream-o-tsza!