Текст песни Павел Рубин - Дальнобойщик Лёха

The crisis has no heart
Where the chauffeur go,
A business trip is his bread.
The wife is in the hospital
Here's a goodbye to the soul,
Son not to leave one.

Son of the fifth year,
And non-capricious like,
But it's a pity to fly because after all the lad,
Everything can cost,
And happiness will return to the house,
Get over and mother finally.

Having risen from the rear,
Son on the bed,
At the station, refueling your KamAZ,
He headed for Ukraine,
I drove my car,
How to drive her is not the first time

Four days on the road
Unloading in Krivoy Rog,
A wagon is flying back so easily
And everything is fine like,
There is a & quot; detour & quot ;?
Road workers change the canvas.

Turned onto a dirt one
On the narrow such
Not even a truck is visible, everything is in dust,
He did not see that at once,
Turned over KAMAZ,
Attached behind Zhiguli.

You can see the entrance to the track
KamAZ added gas,
From under the trailer of rubble volpp flies,
In Lada, as a factor
Broken radiator
Do not finish the house - boils.

On & quot; Lada & quot; two buggies
Stood cursing
And a KamAZist mother's mat,
With brains it got worse
Topping up water from the puddle,
Offender decided to nakozat.

Excitement, both on the hunt,
At the third turn,
With a whistle they went around the wagon,
Further rising at the edge,
We got mount,
The storming of KamAZ went slowly.

Not feeling the catch,
Chauffeur KamAZ - Lech,
The car near them stopped
On the ground jumping deftly,
In the nape mount,
From the first big-handed received.

I did not know my son Vanka,
Where did the papa go,
He opened the door to see
Scum ran,
And with a strong door pressed,
In hell for this & quot; padlam & quot; so burn.

I woke up Lech - groans,
& quot; Kulgan & quot; aches from the pain
The face is broken and there is sand in the mouth,
- Son: I called, did not hear?
To him, but he does not breathe,
The blow of the door fell on the temple.

Embraced with sadness in my heart
Lifeless body
He remembered everything, just do not understand
For which the boy was killed,
The wife is almost in the grave,
And left Leh, what to lose?

Trailer on the road throwing,
Keys at the start and eight,
Wheels leading with a scream rushed
Roared motor like & quot; Boar & quot;
Flew tractor like the wind,
Whispered drove: - Just get caught!

All juices squeezed Leshka,
From the poor machine,
And at the post he caught up with the Lada.
Traffic police here is not an obstacle
Seven times passed by him,
Equal Lada to the very, to the ground.

Fate is not belittled,
But still tolerant
Justified Lech, full of strength wife.
Son already a year old,
Name - Vanya, like,
In honor of the older boy, of course.