Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Последний троллейбус

When I could not endure overcome misfortune,
When desperation rises,
I'm in the blue trolley bus on the run,
The last, random.
I'm in the blue trolley bus on the run,
The last, random.

The last trolley, street mchi,
The vertices along the boulevards whirling,
To choose all, the victims in the crash of the night, wreck.

Door open to walking down the street,
I know how to chilly midnight
Your passengers, sailors thy
They come to the rescue.

More than once I went out of trouble with them,
I touched his shoulders to them.
As many imagine, kindness
In the silence, in silence.

The last trolley floating in Moscow
Moscow, as the river subsides.
And the pain that skvorchonkom pounded in his temple,
Subside subsides.