Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Старый трамвай, artist - Сергей Матвеенко. Album song Старый трамвай, in the genre Русская эстрада
Date of issue: 30.09.1997
Record label: Digital Project
Song language: Russian language
Старый трамвай(original) |
В салоне \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ строго \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ трамвая Em Em9 Em; |
Em9 Em |
Звенят сло\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ва, как медя\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ки. |
Em Em9 Em; |
Em9 Em |
Болит, как рана ноже\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\вая, Hdim Am; |
Am |
Душа под \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ лезвием тос\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ки. |
Am7 Am6 H7 |
На рельсы тьма легла ноч\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ная, Dm E; |
E7 |
Да вряд ли сможет эта \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ ночь Dm E; |
E7 |
Вокруг привычная морока, |
-Пройдите дальше,-Ваш билет? |
А человеку одиноко, |
А он один на целый свет. |
И мы еще не научились |
За суетой локтей и плеч |
Беречь, |
Беречь. |
Но в пору нашего ненастья, |
Одно желаем, я, и ты, |
Всего-то капельку участья, |
Всего крупицу доброты. |
Вот так и катимся по миру, |
Трамвай битком, толпа тесна, |
Стена, |
Стена ! |
Друг другу ближе быть желаем, |
Но, как ни странно, далеки, |
Внутри у нас душа живая, |
Да на душе висят замки. |
А человеку одиноко, |
Откроем душу, где ключи? |
Кричи, |
Кричи ! |
(translation) |
In the salon \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ strictly \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ tram Em Em9 Em; |
Em9 Em |
The words are ringing\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ |
Em Em9 Em; |
Em9 Em |
It hurts like a knife wound\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\, Hdim Am; |
Am |
Soul under \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ |
Am7 Am6 H7 |
Darkness fell on the rails of the night\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ |
E7 |
Yes, this \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ night Dm E; |
E7 |
Around the usual haze, |
-Go ahead, -Your ticket? |
And a man is lonely |
And he is alone in the whole world. |
And we haven't learned yet |
Behind the fuss of elbows and shoulders |
cherish, |
Take care. |
But in the time of our bad weather, |
We wish one thing, me and you |
Just a little bit of participation |
Just a grain of kindness. |
This is how we roll around the world, |
The tram is packed, the crowd is tight, |
Wall, |
Wall! |
We wish each other to be closer |
But, oddly enough, far away, |
Inside we have a living soul, |
Yes, there are locks on the soul. |
And a man is lonely |
Let's open the soul, where are the keys? |
scream, |
Shout! |