B. Okudzhava: The Midnight Trolley (Полночный троллейбус), by Y. Bonver

T h e     M i d n i g h t     T r o l l e y

            Lyrics and music by B. Okudzhava
            Translation by Yevgeny Bonver
            Edited by Rashpill, 2010

When I’m besieged with despair and reprove,
Unable to stop my disaster,
I enter a blue trolley bus in the move –
The odd one, the last one.

Oh, bus of midnight, you’re the only light,
Keep up with your endless rotation
To offer a ride to all those who at night
Been wrecked into patience.

Oh, bus of midnight, show me open doors,
I know how in chilly darkness,
Your passengers come, – those sailors of yours –
To help in unluckiness.

I often with them left my woes behind, s
I touched them and used their guidance,
Imagine, how much of the goodness and kind –
In silence, in silence.

Last bus sails through Moscow, and fades in midnight,
And Moscow is sleeping around,
And pain that was striking my temple from inside, -
It slowly fades out.