Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - 18 лет спустя

Sometimes on a nice day, long
Having cut off two pieces of gold from the bush,
Not forgetting a jasmine twig
I go to memorable places.

Where the half-asleep bay
Waving my tail from a distance
There are now sneezing motors
A few colds.

The cabman got old, and so did I.
Where is the citizen who littered cherries?
And the one to whom he was in such a hurry, God,
I haven’t married me for a long time.

I sit on a bench by the house,
He survived his old women.
And at the rooftops, I’m familiar with dope
A flock of pigeon whirls.

Now fate so rarely gives us
These are amazing days
So come on, cabman, pokemar,
Not on exposure, sorry.

Buddy, I’m a prisoner of those days
But there is no chaise, the stall is thrown.
Come on, cabman, spare no money
Let's remember your horse.

Cabman, take me, dear!
I, like a breeze, have always been free.
Let the hoofs knock on the pavement
But chur, not to beat a horse - it hurts him!