Lyrics Максим Художников - Дальнобой

There is a profession of a chauffeur,

There is a taxi driver,

There are share routing -

Whom do you want to ask?

But from this strong caste

The share is heavier -

It's a long-range chauffeur,

In this caste, he is stronger.

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Dalnoboy-fight-boy-fight,

Again on the flight and back into battle.

Quickly come back -

Waiting for your wife to go home.

Waiting for my son, waiting for my daughter -

Your family is waiting for you.

Waiting for you to return from the flight

All native side.

Your army is not visible,

But when trouble comes

The brother-driver will put his shoulder

Difficulty will always correct

You say thank you, brother,

And you will go light

Further on the flight is easy and smooth,

Tearing off the tail of trouble

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The female sex insidious beckons,

On the road, everyone happens.

Be patient, my brother, perhaps,

Will be at home all nishtyak.

From the voyage you are like a white swan

Should be clean,

So that to your beloved wife you can

It was bold to approach.

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You used to watch TV -

On it goes hockey.

The word ЈsaybaЋ caressed the rumor,

It was always always hockey.

And now you will hear the puck -

Soul cuts into pieces.

Eh, paper floppy disks

Mind they ate.

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WISHES

At parting, brother-driver,

I want to wish you,

So that the fog on the road

It was less to see,

So that the hailer does not freeze,

So that the traffic cop was fast asleep,

So that the owner really understood,

What are you where when hit.

To the customs was a fairy tale,

Fairy-tale good, not evil,

That the portable plow

On the road in the snow and heat.

To carnations on the track

Always stood with a hat up.

So that on the control of wagons

The weigher became more stupid,

To all the keys sorzhali,

Except for the key to start.

In general, was always in business,

So that I would not seek prosperity.

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