Текст песни Н. Дудкина - Монолог дальнобойщика

To the west, north, south
We shook the Russian tracks.
But if you only asked
That my soul washed my
Then I would answer you just:
Not temples yes grove away,
And women at intersections,
Chanted life on rubles.

Nuting tired foreheads
We drove heavy trucks,
But women these figures
Who saw, not to forget.
Border of the village - and again
Along the rank of Sherge on the grass.
Inexpensive Love is worth
In the cabin on petrol station.

Look with the expect
Stand, balancing,
Family focus saves
Kormilitsa Russian villages.
Their fate one after one
Score like cartridges in the clip
On the bitter bottom
Wheels Four range.

We are on labor rubles
Not with joy bitter hook,
We have a soul that fell into the ticks,
Boil, and it does not hurt.
To make your native country
On the very first class
Gone boys to war
And girls went to the track.

To the west, north, south
We shook the versts of Russia,
But if you only asked
What drank my soul!
I will make a track to Peter,
And will be along all her points
Valdai ringing bell tape
Along the abyss of the Russian Obolin
And appoint your price.

1999.