Некто - По серым улицам плыл призрачный велосипед - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A ghostly bicycle floated through the gray streets. Dying, gray light fell through the bare, robbed trees onto the trash cans. In the containers of the dead past, things rose and then died again.

I thought the bums, the bums thought I was. This thought was just right.