Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Стихи неизвестному водителю

POEMS TO AN UNKNOWN DRIVER
The driver who drove me through Ladoga
I could not see it, looking from the back.
He was inconspicuous, like hundreds of others in Leningrad, -
Ushanka and a quilted jacket that is firmly attached to the body.
The driver who drove me through Ladoga
With other children who have exhausted this winter.
In memory of him, not a single sign remained, -
Tall or not, curly or blonde.
I can’t tie the scraps from those films
That my eight-year-old heart has kept in memory.
Stripped of warmth, tarpaulin chilled in the wind,
Three-toned, well-worn, wide-open door.
The water beat on the wheels with dull blows,
Tears rattled, crippling tired ears.
Turning the steering wheel, he steadily drove there,
Where the old church gleamed white on the edge of the land.
He lies in a mass grave, swept by a blizzard,
In others, dissolving a short remainder of his life.
I say to him: “Thank you, dear,
For the fact that yesterday I exchanged my ninth decade. "
I cannot hold back the uninvited tears of old age,
As soon as I hear the drops of spring trills,
The driver who drove me through Ladoga
That gave me a long life back in April.