Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Полночный Троллейбус

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