- Hey, cabman!
“I'm not a cabman!”
- Who?
“I'm a mare driver!”
He’ll just look at Moscow on a better spring
Clouds are getting golden little by little
We are leaving with you, friend, as before
And, as before, we are waiting for the rider.
Oh, we rode with you, rushed into the distance with an arrow -
Sparks rained down from the cobblestone pavement.
And now, weaving quietly on the asphalt,
You and I both hung their heads.
Chorus:
Well, faithful girlfriend
Tpru, an old woman of old,
Get up, Maruska, to the side.
Our years are long
We are old friends
You are faithful, as before, to me.
I forged you with iron horseshoes
I covered the stroller with clean varnish.
But the subway sparkled with oak railing,
Immediately, he bewitched the riders.
Well, and how does it just work out?
Everything in life got mixed up cunningly -
To harbor you, I set off in the morning
From Sokolniki to the Park by metro.
Chorus.
- Oh! Fell, poor!
