I was looking for Russian incest porn and suddenly I find myself back on YouTube.
Very impressive guys.
ZachsGayCat 2 weeks ago
Предивна песма. Колико емоција...Дивна је. Хвала!
mirisisnova 3 months ago
твои пассажиры - матросы твои -приходят на помощь.
Я с ними не раз уходил от беды,
я к ним прикасался плечами...
Как много, представьте себе, доброты
в молчанье
So simple, so true. He knew .
Thank you for that.
Ludasyl 11 months ago
Verse 2
Night trolley, roll on sliding down the street,
around the boulevards keep moving
to pick up all those who are wrecked and in need
of rescue
from ruin.
lasse1303 1 year ago
Verse 1
When I'm in trouble and totally done
and when all my hope I abandon
I get on the blue trolley bus on the run,
the last one,
at random.
Verse 5
Last trolley rolls round the greenery belt
and Moscow, like river, dies down...
the hammering blood in my temples I felt
calms down
calms down.
Verse 4
So many a time they have lent me a hand
to help me get out of grievance...
Imagine, there is so much kindness behind
this silence
and stillness.
Verse 3
Night trolley bus will you please open your doors !
On wretched cold nights, I can instance,
your sailors would come, as a matter of course,
to render
assistance.
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Makes you feel like you understand russian... we all have last trolleys late at night, wherever we are...
nrambaud 1 year ago
@nrambaud
amen to that!
irenazoska1963 1 year ago
kgbchubura 1 year ago
for me, this Video is POETRY itself!!!! Beautiful, prekrasno!!! Spasibo! 5*
pozdrav
jesienna83 1 year ago
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The coming Blue Trolley, it runs trough the streets,
and boulevards, it’s spinning in circles to pick up those, who been wrecked in the night
Who is broken, who's broken
The last one, Blue Trolley, you open the door!
I know among chilly midnight,
Your passengers-sailors, your rescuers of life
They help me, they help me
alikisssa 1 year ago
and boulevards, it’s spinning in circles to pick up those, who been wrecked in the night
They help me, they help me
Not once I walked out of trouble with them
I felt their shoulders support me
There are lots of kindness, imagine yourself
In silence, in silence
The blue trolley is floating Moscow streets
The city, like a river, dies slowly
And pain that was burning inside of my temple
Relieved, it’s relieved.
alikisssa 1 year ago 2
can someone translate, please?
festsj 1 year ago
Kind songs for kind people.
ValentiTours 1 year ago
Сколько раз мы пели эту песню в нашей студенческой компании..!
kharkov1000 2 years ago 2
Bulat, happy 85th birthday. I hope you enjoy together with Vysotsky, Pushkin, and others!
slavnotslave 2 years ago 12
I was many, many times at dawn in Rossija. And every time was the last (or the first) trolley nearby... Thanks!
marktrade0 3 years ago
russian friends !I know some song of bulata..galaboy sciarek..the blu balon..so great lyrics...Ciao Rusja
Bulgakov73 3 years ago 3
OCHEN OCHEN OCHEN HOROSHO
MarkyMalarky 3 years ago 3
beautifull -
lizshlush 3 years ago 2
*5*Хорошо*5* спасибо!
iryna78 3 years ago 2
Prekrasno!!!
One of the most beautiful texts in the world poetry!
elizza1958 3 years ago 7
thank you for that song!
dissonance666 3 years ago 5
Klass!
OMHPOZ 3 years ago 6
Spasibo!
:)))
xzmnll 3 years ago
I was looking for Russian incest porn and suddenly I find myself back on YouTube.
Very impressive guys.
ZachsGayCat 2 weeks ago
Предивна песма. Колико емоција...Дивна је. Хвала!
mirisisnova 3 months ago
твои пассажиры - матросы твои -приходят на помощь.
Я с ними не раз уходил от беды,
я к ним прикасался плечами...
Как много, представьте себе, доброты
в молчанье
So simple, so true. He knew .
Thank you for that.
Ludasyl 11 months ago
Verse 2
Night trolley, roll on sliding down the street,
around the boulevards keep moving
to pick up all those who are wrecked and in need
of rescue
from ruin.
lasse1303 1 year ago
Verse 1
When I'm in trouble and totally done
and when all my hope I abandon
I get on the blue trolley bus on the run,
the last one,
at random.
lasse1303 1 year ago
Verse 5
Verse 5
Last trolley rolls round the greenery belt
and Moscow, like river, dies down...
the hammering blood in my temples I felt
calms down
calms down.
lasse1303 1 year ago
Verse 4
So many a time they have lent me a hand
to help me get out of grievance...
Imagine, there is so much kindness behind
this silence
and stillness.
lasse1303 1 year ago
Verse 3
Night trolley bus will you please open your doors !
On wretched cold nights, I can instance,
your sailors would come, as a matter of course,
to render
assistance.
lasse1303 1 year ago
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lasse1303 1 year ago
Makes you feel like you understand russian... we all have last trolleys late at night, wherever we are...
nrambaud 1 year ago
@nrambaud
amen to that!
irenazoska1963 1 year ago
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kgbchubura 1 year ago
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kgbchubura 1 year ago
for me, this Video is POETRY itself!!!! Beautiful, prekrasno!!! Spasibo! 5*
pozdrav
jesienna83 1 year ago
This has been flagged as spam show
The coming Blue Trolley, it runs trough the streets,
and boulevards, it’s spinning in circles to pick up those, who been wrecked in the night
Who is broken, who's broken
The last one, Blue Trolley, you open the door!
I know among chilly midnight,
Your passengers-sailors, your rescuers of life
They help me, they help me
alikisssa 1 year ago
This has been flagged as spam show
The coming Blue Trolley, it runs trough the streets,
and boulevards, it’s spinning in circles to pick up those, who been wrecked in the night
Who is broken, who's broken
The last one, Blue Trolley, you open the door!
I know among chilly midnight,
Your passengers-sailors, your rescuers of life
They help me, they help me
alikisssa 1 year ago
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alikisssa 1 year ago
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alikisssa 1 year ago
Not once I walked out of trouble with them
I felt their shoulders support me
There are lots of kindness, imagine yourself
In silence, in silence
The blue trolley is floating Moscow streets
The city, like a river, dies slowly
And pain that was burning inside of my temple
Relieved, it’s relieved.
alikisssa 1 year ago 2
can someone translate, please?
festsj 1 year ago
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kgbchubura 1 year ago
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kgbchubura 1 year ago
Kind songs for kind people.
ValentiTours 1 year ago
Сколько раз мы пели эту песню в нашей студенческой компании..!
kharkov1000 2 years ago 2
Bulat, happy 85th birthday. I hope you enjoy together with Vysotsky, Pushkin, and others!
slavnotslave 2 years ago 12
I was many, many times at dawn in Rossija. And every time was the last (or the first) trolley nearby... Thanks!
marktrade0 3 years ago
russian friends !I know some song of bulata..galaboy sciarek..the blu balon..so great lyrics...Ciao Rusja
Bulgakov73 3 years ago 3
OCHEN OCHEN OCHEN HOROSHO
MarkyMalarky 3 years ago 3
beautifull -
lizshlush 3 years ago 2
*5*Хорошо*5* спасибо!
iryna78 3 years ago 2
Prekrasno!!!
One of the most beautiful texts in the world poetry!
elizza1958 3 years ago 7
thank you for that song!
dissonance666 3 years ago 5
Klass!
OMHPOZ 3 years ago 6
Spasibo!
:)))
xzmnll 3 years ago