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2020-01-09 21:13:45 +01:00
Song of the old cab
Only I would look over Moscow morning springtime,
Golden clouds gradually -
We leave with you, my friend, is still
And as before, we are waiting for the rider.
Oh, we went for a drive, fly, raced away with you,
Sparks showered with cobblestones! ..
And now the Scourge's quiet on the asphalt,
You and I, the two head drooped.
Chorus:
So, loyal friend,
Whoa, old ancient,
Arise, Maruska, on the sidelines.
Our long years,
We're friends of old,
You are correct, as before, to me.
I hammered you selective horseshoes,
I paint covered the cab clean.
But metro flashed oak railing,
All at once he had bewitched the racers.
So how does it just happen?
After all, in life artfully mixed up:
To harness you, I guide the morning
From Sokolniki to Park on the subway. 1946