Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Поехали, извозчик, на Арбат

Coachman went on Arbat
On the pavement, Evening Moscow
All you sad my friend and brother
Give a tip last gold.
Come on - ka passing zaglyanёm
In a large coach and Ryad
And the song of quiet few drinks zapoёm
Coachman went on Arbat

Chorus:
Goni their Kaur, drive
Where - that of Tver and know
When - that the steep bumps days
Sometimes I drove their horses
Those days raced off into the distance as trotters
They do not return back from the past
Hurry, hurry, sadness and longing
Coachman went on Arbat

Zayed for an hour in the garden is not boring
I remember wandering here in the moonlight
Birch trees in a sad gold morning
More likely to remember me
Their eyes are green alleys late
Neutolёnnoy tenderness burn
How much is lost friends
Coachman went on Arbat

Chorus:
Goni their Kaur, drive
Where - that of Tver and know
When - that the steep bumps days
Sometimes I drove their horses
Those days raced off into the distance as trotters
They do not return back from the past
Hurry, hurry, sadness and longing
Coachman went on Arbat

Coachman went on Arbat
And though I have no long waits
There's a side street, in the house N5
My soul is immortal lives
Whip their horses so hurry
Let vёrsta under the hooves flying
I'm going to visit her youth
Coachman went on Arbat

Chorus:
Goni their Kaur, drive
Where - that of Tver and know
When - that the steep bumps days
Sometimes I drove their horses
Those days raced off into the distance as trotters
They do not return back from the past
Hurry, hurry, sadness and longing
Coachman went on Arbat