Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Песня о полночном троллейбусе

When I could not stand in trouble and
when creeping despair ,
I have the blue trolley bus on the run,
in the latter, in random .

The last trolley through the streets mchi ,
vertices along the boulevards whirling ,
to pick up all who have suffered in the night
crash crash.

The last trolley , the door opened to me !
I know how to chilly midnight
your passengers, your sailors
come to the rescue .

I'm with them more than once went out of trouble ,
I touched him to his shoulders ...
How many imagine, kindness
in silence , silence.

The last trolley floating in Moscow,
Moscow, like a river, fades,
and pain that skvorchonkom pounded in the temple ,
subsides subsides.

1957