Текст песни Александр Пушкин - Телега Жизни

Though hard times in her burden ,
Cart on the go is easy;
Coachman dashing, Father Time ,
Lucky does not peel off from his seat .

In the morning we sit in the cart ;
We are pleased to head break
And , scorning laziness and bliss ,
Shouts went , ebёna mother!

But at noon, so that there is no courage ;
Porastryaslo us ; we are afraid
And the hillsides and ravines ;
Shouts easier, fool !

Rolls was still a cart ;
In the evening we got used to it
And , napping , going up overnight -
And while driving horses .