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Half past twelve - and I'm watching the schedule
On bus-stop, I'm alone.
It's a pity - my bus has already gone.
Orange lamps look at me from the summit,
They throw light upon the street -
I see only trees and traffic lights on it.
But has already gone
Bus number 41...
Gimme-gimme-gimme a bus after midnight!
"Kaschenko" is surely not the place of my dreams.
Gimme-gimme-gimme a bus after midnight!
Now I hear only distant hollow tram dins.
"Mosgortrans", sweetly eating and sleeping,
Takes no cares of us -
It's no wonder, that, in fact, heres is NO bus
If the driver of last bus is honest
And drives here - it will be good!
Otherwise I shall to go my home on foot.
I hope you'll surely come,
Bus number 41...
Gimme-gimme-gimme a bus after midnight!
"Kaschenko" is not the place of my sacral dreams.
Gimme-gimme-gimme a bus after midnight!
Now I hear only distant hollow tram dins.
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