MIDNIGHT TROLLEYBUS 

When I just can not overcome my mischief,
And when my despair is growing,
I jump in a blue trolleybus on its way,
The last one,
Still going.  

The midnight vehicle, continue to rush,
Around the parkways keep going,
To pick up at night people who had a crash, 
Who suffer   
Who"re moaning.  

The midnight vehicle, open the door!
I know, - in the small chilly hours 
The passengers yours - sailors yours on a deck    
Will tackle 
My troubles.    

With them I escaped my mischief many times 
I felt them in all as alliance ...
Imagine yourself how much goodness there is
In silence 
In silence.  

The late trolleybus is drifting through streets
And Moscow as a river is slowing 
The pain in my heart, which was harassing me 
Is lowering, 
Is lowering.