Текст песни Собаки Качалова - Песня старого извозчика

SONG OF THE OLD CARRIER

Music by N. Bogoslovsky
Words by Y. Rodionov

Just look at Moscow in the spring
Clouds are getting golden little by little
We are leaving with you, friend, as before
And, as before, we are waiting for the rider.
Oh, we rode, flew, rushed into the distance with you,
Sparks rained down on a cobblestone pavement! ..
And now, weaving quietly on the asphalt,
You and I both hung their heads.

Chorus:

Well, my girlfriend is faithful
Tpru, an old woman of old,
Become Maruska aside.
Our years are long
We are old friends
You are faithful, as before, to me!

I forged you with perfect horseshoes
I covered the span with pure varnish.
But the subway flashed with oak railing,
Immediately, he bewitched the riders.
Well, how does this only work out?
Everything in life got messy tricky:
To harbor you, I'm heading in the morning
From Sokolniki to the Park by metro.

Chorus.