Текст песни Новелла Матвеева - Ах, как долго долго едем

Oh, how long, long ride !
How difficult road in the mountains !
Hardly visible in the distance ranges foggy Sierras .
Oh, how softly, softly in the world !
Only occasionally from the mule ,
Proshumev , slips into the abyss of gray stone .

Silence . As soon as a song
About love singing driver ,
Only love song sings driver ,
Yes sometimes shake a mule ,
And bells on it,
And bells on it hammered louder .

Well, hurry, hurry , my mule !
I see you're quite asleep :
But be quick - all stun expensive house ! ..
You get drunk from the stream ,
And I 'll rip the bag with a shoulder
And potreplyu you and kiss you in the face .

Oh, how long, long ride !
How difficult road in the mountains !
Hardly visible in the distance ranges foggy sierra ...
Oh, how softly, softly in the world !
Only occasionally from the mule ,
Proshumev , slips into the abyss
Stone gray.