Трафик [Trafik] [English translation]

Say me, what is a guy who has invented traffic jams?

Winter hid in alleys

And is waiting for what will happen

You and I are in yellow box (means taxi car)

And for long time there isn't love

We are just similar people for some points.

Chorus:

I'm feeling like your nerves are clacking.

"The sixth one" won't bear - will jerk firstly.*

Cold wind blows in my face through quarter light.

Radio will hiss spoiling a song

You will suggest to be together again.

I'll be silent with sullen look, shyly

It's ended perhaps it could have been different

If there wouldn't be traffic jams .

Someone measures time with clocks

But I live from and to winter

You should know that it and I are namesakes

I nourish myself with miracles

But you should understand

Only 3 crossings are remained