Текст песни Борис Большаков - Барин и Ямщик

Blizzard swept path-way, stop!
Wait a minute, the driver, a thick dark forest!
Look - around the crosses, hills ...
Barin, not be angry, we zaplutali!

Fear of a scolding accursed darkness!
The song struck up, shut up, you fool!
Where is the stand, guessing.
Here you bastard, my whip!

[chorus]

Barin goes nuts nibbles.
Humpback master the driver carries.
The fat gentleman - his will.
Thin master the driver understands.

A cold grows stronger, bites.
Be patient, horse-beauty.
Soon we will see the light.
Here horned devil, which lured!

Throughout the shade trees crippled.
Barin let the driver - a man.
My sadness is surrounded by moats,
Do not demolish me sick head.

[chorus]

Barin goes nuts nibbles.
Humpback master the driver carries.
The fat gentleman - his will.
Thin master the driver understands.

Get lost, I faltered.
Like a leaf fluttered.
One goes, one carries.
The sun behind the moon creeps.