Текст песни Окуджава Булат - Песенка 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,
at random .

Midnight trolley , street mchi ,
vertices along the boulevards whirling ,
to pick up all who have suffered in the night
crash
Wreck.

Midnight trolley , the door opened to me !
I know how to chilly midnight
your passengers - your sailors -
come
for help.

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

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