Текст песни Борис Ремарчук на RADIO CHE - Песенка про шофёра

He drove the director from the trust
on the "Volga" color emerald ...
It was not destined to the place
drive to those being driven.

On the sharpest turn
had the driver paralysis.
In a dying mournful hiccup
the driver Kuzmich fell on the steering wheel.

The director was doing tricks
tearing a bagel from a dead man.
But not one track in the world
because there is no end.

It ended in a store
where is the jeweler like an emerald
stood with a luxurious mouth agape
saying: "They’ll kill me now ..."

That's how the jeweler was killed.
The dead man killed him - the driver.
And poetic lyre
that's where the conversation ends.

  Gleb Gorbovsky, 1961