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734 B
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27 lines
734 B
Plaintext
song driver
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I want to say I have the honor, it is impossible to hide:
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Honorable profession - the driver friends.
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Given this title to only one
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It has a talent to drive the car.
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chorus:
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Flying cars as usual on the streets of the capital.
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From the headlamps of light rays diverge track.
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And I am happy to ride through the streets of neat,
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Admiring the eternally young merry Moscow.
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The driver is your will not get lost, it is not so.
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Find any street, any boulevard.
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And your house even in the fog I'll find out
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And there's my calling - to drive a car.
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chorus.
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I like it a matter of the soul, in my taxi
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I'm all Moscow has repeatedly traveled.
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And so I say without bragging and bonded,
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What is the most beautiful my Moscow.
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chorus. |