Текст песни Э.Мартынова - Ямщики. Муз. Г.Мовсесяна, сл. Б.Вахнюк. Аранж. С.Мельника.

In fierce cold and heat, in the snow, in the aftermath,
Through the forest thicket from outpost to outpost.
Coachmen, coachmen, postmen of Russia.
Fraction of hooves by the river and milestones.

What are you taking, coachman? In whose lonely hut
Will the babi howling cry burst from the windows?
Or the good news of the living, but forgotten
Is there in your chest, old studded with copper?

In the field, white as chalk, brought in by a snowstorm,
The bell rang like an alarm, under the arc.
The winds around were angry, blowing to the bones,
And yamshchitsky brides gave out for others.

Coachmen, coachmen, infinity of Russia.
Fraction of hooves by the river and milestones.
And again on the bay the golden dawn shadow.
We sing your songs, we scroll through your fates.