Старый трамвай - Сергей Матвеенко, Наталья Матвеенко

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Звенят сло\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ва, как медя\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ки.

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Болит, как рана ноже\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\вая, Hdim Am;

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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 !

Nel salone \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ rigorosamente \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ tram Em Em9 Em;

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Le parole suonano\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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Fa male come una ferita da coltello\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\, Hdim Am;

Sono

Anima sotto \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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L'oscurità cadde sui binari della notte\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

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Sì, questa \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ notte Dm E;

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Intorno alla solita foschia,

-Vai avanti, -Il tuo biglietto?

E un uomo è solo

Ed è solo al mondo intero.

E non abbiamo ancora imparato

Dietro il clamore di gomiti e spalle

amare,

Stai attento.

Ma nel tempo del nostro brutto tempo,

Auguriamo una cosa, io e te

Solo un po' di partecipazione

Solo un granello di gentilezza.

È così che giriamo in giro per il mondo,

Il tram è pieno, la folla è stretta,

Parete,

Parete!

Ci auguriamo di essere più vicini

Ma, stranamente, lontano,

Dentro abbiamo un'anima viva,

Sì, ci sono serrature sull'anima.

E un uomo è solo

Apriamo l'anima, dove sono le chiavi?

grido,

Gridare!