Citizens! Why are you pushing,
Scandal and quarrel come to a head -
Do you want to sit down? Do you have a long way?
I leave you the seat, for goodness’ sake!
Citizens, even drunken ones,
We are all constant passengers:
We live, we tear off tickets,
We all go in our lives by tramway...
Do you feel crowded? And bad language is in vain -
Why do you not move on forward?
Obviouly you won’t get anywhere with him...
I am not your comrade.
All the feet have been trampled on,
There is already a hole as big as a fist in the tunic.
Wake up this man -
He sings foul language in his sleep.
Citizens! Life is ending -
The third round got of with no results!
"Oh you, comrade, a fine - settles the scores!
No? Then - drive ahead..."