Текст песни Ирина Бржевская - Троллейбус

Trolleybus
Words Ya. Belinsky
Music A. Ostrovsky.

In Moscow there is a trolleybus,
Tires rustle trolleybus,
Tired not knowing, he rushes forever
From the ultimate to the final.

And at any time of the year
It is always full of people.
Engineers ride, pioneers,
And the pensioners are sitting in it.

One hundred students here -
Trolleybus they are not very crazy
Go to the institute
Students and gray professor,
Oh, the usual flight.

In Moscow there is a trolleybus,
Tires rustle trolleybus,
Tired not knowing, he rushes forever
From the ultimate to the final.

In Moscow there is a trolleybus,
Tires rustle trolleybus,
Tired not knowing, he rises bravo
From the head to the obstrine.

Like a wind from the mountains
I am in him home well,
Only traffic lights suddenly lit
The signal is red. Stop.

And again past the parks, past the squares,
Militiamen
Plaza Manezh, where, of course,
Take me gently again.
Gently you, gently you.