Текст песни О. Анофриев - Песенка шофера

The wind behind the cockpit rushes with dust,
Turn left - be careful, driver,
Will somehow make it through the last miles
Your reliable friend and comrade is a motor.

Chorus:

You are not afraid of rain or slush,
A sharp turn and slope
So that my beloved does not have to cry
Hold on tight to the steering wheel, chauffeur.

Let your hands smell like rain and gasoline
Let the whiskey be silvered with gray hair,
Joyfully meeting you with your little son
Love and wife will come to the crossroads.

Chorus.

And the road winds like a gray ribbon,
Sight glass flooded with rain
Let your truck break through the storm
(I want you to be lucky, chauffeur.) 2p.