Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Кондуктор

I love the evening I get into the tram,
Sit down on the edge.
Get a bottle of wine each reds.
Gulp, and again, I still kept a stiff upper lip.

The conductor asks: & quot; Where is the brake? & Quot;
Sly look in my eyes.
In the eyes - dense fog,
0.5, holding a glass.

A neighbor on the right says: & quot; cause me! & Quot;
I will say: & quot; Fuck you! & Quot ;, and get drunk twice.
Shit weather, my business - rubbish,
The neighbor - bastard drinks my cheeky Han.

The conductor asks: & quot; Where is the brake? & Quot;
Sly look in my eyes.
In the eyes - dense fog,
0.5, holding a glass.

And indiscriminately all have a tram
Guzzle-drunk as a pig and just pour.
Tram swung blevanul all.
And I hold the glass, and I in all its glory.

The conductor asks: & quot; Where is the brake? & Quot;
Sly look in my eyes.
In the eyes - dense fog,
0.5, holding a glass.