Nver Simonyan. Sitting in the tram, food ... (№ 321664)

Sitting in the tram, going home,
And people are different around.
I think that it is mine
An unforgettable route.
Would like to sit down after work,
But to anyone close.
Leaving behind the doors of care,
Playing in the mind of one.
I think about life,
Error past fix.
What am I cranky!
When trying to dissemble.
Accidentally his city to leave,
Fleeing to the shores of the Neva.
I'd like a running jump,
In the beautiful shore of blue.
And after that, to fly,
Somewhere in Bordeaux!
On the beach the whole day to lie,
And drinking sweet ice.
But suddenly, the tram ends its route
And I woke up to wild ringing!
The conductor whispers, "Hey, are you there?
I thought you died under hormone".