Telefon, телефон

Pass the money down.
There’s change.

Pass the money down.
There’s change.

Pass the money down.
There’s change.
_

Grip the jackets of
those in front,

Stand firm for
those in back.
_

Pass back
the change.

Pass back
the change.

Pass back
the change.
_

Murmurs reverberate
across the Marshrutka.

Payments are made,
the driver makes shortcuts.
_

Ask him to
stop please.

Ask him to
stop please.

Ask him to
stop please.
_

Messages passed
back and forth.

Information exchanged-
a game of Telephone.
_

This seat’s
not free.

This seat’s
not free.

This seats
not free.
_

It’s a bit strange
to hear for me

because every seat
looks quite empty.

But around this
place you see

people work like
ant colonies,

passing words and
favors down the line

and ensuring each
is doing fine.
_

So,

Pass the money down.
There’s change.

Pass back
the change.

Ask him to
stop please.

This seat’s
not free.
_

Don’t try to make it
on your own,

eventually you’ll
feel quite alone,

because life here is
just a game of telephone.

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