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