Testi di Старый трамвай - Сергей Матвеенко, Наталья Матвеенко

Старый трамвай (originale)

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 !

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Nel salone \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ rigorosamente \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ tram Em Em9 Em;
Em9 Em
Le parole suonano\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Em Em9 Em;
Em9 Em
Fa male come una ferita da coltello\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\, Hdim Am;
Sono
Anima sotto \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Am7 Am6 H7
L'oscurità cadde sui binari della notte\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
E7
Sì, questa \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ notte Dm E;
E7
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!