Текст песни Шуфутинский - Поехали извозчик

The cab driver went to the Arbat
On the pavement, evening Moscow
For all of you, my sad friend and brother
I'll give you the last gold tea.
Let's take a quick look.
In a large carriage and hunting row
And the drunken song we quietly sing
The cab driver went to the Arbat

Chorus:
Get your kaur, drive
There somewhere in Tverskoy so know
Once upon a steep potholes of days
I've been chasing my horses too
Those days sped away like trotters
They do not take back from the past
Rather, rather, from sadness and longing
The cab driver went to the Arbat

We'll stop for an hour in Not boring garden
I remember wandering around under the moon
Birches in the sad gold of the morning
They probably still remember me
The eyes of their late green alleys
Unremitting tenderness burn
How many friends are lost here
The cab driver went to the Arbat

Chorus:
Get your kaur, drive
There somewhere in Tverskoy so know
Once upon a steep potholes of days
I've been chasing my horses too
Those days sped away like trotters
They do not take back from the past
Rather, rather, from sadness and longing
The cab driver went to the Arbat

The cab driver went to the Arbat
And even though nobody has been waiting for me for a long time
There in the alley, in the house N5
My immortal soul lives
Drive your horses and hurry
Let the hoof under the hoofs fly
I'm going to visit my youth
The cab driver went to the Arbat

Chorus:
Get your kaur, drive
There somewhere in Tverskoy so know
Once upon a steep potholes of days
I've been chasing my horses too
Those days sped away like trotters
They do not take back from the past
Rather, rather, from sadness and longing
The cab driver went to the Arbat