Трафик [Trafik] [English translation]

Tell me - who invented these traffic jams?

Winter is lurking in side streets

And waiting: what's to come?

We are inside a metal box

And for a while now, it's not love.

Just somewhat similar people.

I feel your nerves ring

The old car won't take the wait and push ahead first

Cold wind will blow into the side window

The radio frequency will hiss and mess up the song.

You will offer me to be together again

I will be silent, looking at you glumly, timidly

Everything may have possibly been different

If it hadn't been for these awful traffic jams

Someone measures time with clocks

But I live from winter to winter

We are namesakes, you know

I survive on miracles

But you understand, don't you:

Exactly three intersections.