Текст песни Вахид Аюбов - Мое последнее такси

Tuberculosis will kill me
Many bitter tears will be shed
The wounded mother will cry
And her pain cannot be relieved

My last taxi!
On the territory of the earth
Lucky through the streets, I'm sorry.
We won't meet again, don't wait.

I recognized a voice from the crowd
To her young widow.
Tell me why suffer so much
Born to Die!

Grandma won't discuss
I’m not dead!
No beeps will be sent
My prison friends!

Back in the history of Chechnya
It was not the same, kents,
So that on the way to Melchhi
For us the traffic light was on at night?

Everywhere you look, around
Smiling Ramzan everywhere
Live Khosi-Yurt
In the night mode, Nokhchi-khur

Back in the history of Chechnya
It was not the same, kents,
So that on the way we have cops
Brains did so hard
That the seat belts are not fastened?