Старый трамвай - Сергей Матвеенко, Наталья Матвеенко

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Душа под \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ лезвием тос\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ки.

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На рельсы тьма легла ноч\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ная, Dm E;

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Да вряд ли сможет эта \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ ночь Dm E;

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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 !

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Soul under \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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Darkness fell on the rails of the night\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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Yes, this \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ night Dm E;

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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!