| Thirty ninth tram | 
| Along the sloping bridges of Moscow | 
| Taken to the streets May | 
| In green attire. | 
| And from metro to Univer | 
| He dressed the squares with a hundred winds. | 
| Drowning in the sun's dust, | 
| The couple entered the boulevards. | 
| Swans there, swans there | 
| Ride along mud-covered ponds | 
| Sun spots on the backs | 
| And the spots ride absolutely free | 
| There - here. | 
| The swans are there with an appetite | 
| Eat a white loaf | 
| With the thought of | 
| What to live in a puddle | 
| Freedom and flight are worse | 
| But | 
| They have a white loaf. | 
| Thirty-ninth tram | 
| If you really, really want | 
| Will fly like a swan in the sky | 
| And look into the eyes of the night. | 
| In red and white thirty-nine | 
| Damn horned - wagon driver, | 
| And the car, it seems to me, is winged | 
| And other cars are not a brother. | 
| Jump on the tram, but don't yawn | 
| Grass broke through at star crossroads | 
| Through the silver rails | 
| And complicates the flight | 
| The sky is Moscow. | 
| Jump on the tram, don't forget - | 
| Directs the devil - varmint | 
| This tram | 
| Left - right | 
| But there is no control over him: | 
| No one checks the rights here. | 
| the thirty-ninth ark | 
| Rented out to couples in love | 
| And keeps running | 
| Through the skies and boulevards, | 
| The meal of the spirit, the trembling of the flesh - | 
| Thirty-ninth weaves and fastens | 
| Threads of paths, flying to the full onor, | 
| Not resting in the depot! |