Текст песни Дмитрий Орлов - Водитель троллейбуса

The driver trolley -
no life rebus.
Every day in the heat and blizzard
All around and around in circles.

People are angry and ribbed,
taking ground transportation attack,
pressed against each other.
And - a circle, and a circle.

And the - the city, the city.
By stretched wire.
Every time there and back
he repeatedly steers.

In others places vicissitudes,
obscure dramas and joys ...
Although not cut corners,
Intervals less often, less often ...

Here I am - so you will not be angry -
He became a trolleybus driver.
And clutching the wheel arm
All around and around in circles.

Watching the road,
I miss a lot.
But the desperate hope
that will reach my trolley.