Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Поехали извозчик на Арбат

Let's go to the arbat
On the pavement of the evening Moscow
For everything to you my sad friend and brother
I will give the last gold to tea
Let's look in passing in passing
In a large carriage and hunting row
And the song is quietly binge
Let's go a cabman to the Arbat!

Drive your kauchi, drive!
Here is somewhere behind the Tver - so know!
Once on steep bumps of days
I used to drive my horses
Those days rushed into the distance like trotches
They cannot be returned from the past
Rather, rather with sadness and longing
Let's go a cabman to the Arbat!

Let's sit for an hour in a non -cubic garden
I remember how I wandered here at the moon
Birch in sad gold loss
They probably remember me
The eyes of their late greenery are alleys
Unquenchable tenderness burn
How many friends are lost here
Let's go a cabman to the Arbat!

Drive your kauchi, drive!
Here is somewhere behind the Tver - so know!
Once on steep bumps of days
I used to drive my horses
Those days rushed into the distance like trotches
They cannot be returned from the past
Rather, rather with sadness and longing
Let's go a cabman to the Arbat!

Let's go to the arbat
And although no one has been waiting for me for a long time
There in the lane in the house number five
My soul immortal lives
Drive your horses, yes
Let the miles of hooves fly
I'm going to visit my youth
Let's go a cabman to the Arbat!

Drive your kauchi, drive!
Here is somewhere behind the Tver - so know!
Once on steep bumps of days
I used to drive my horses
Those days rushed into the distance like trotches
They cannot be returned from the past
Rather, rather with sadness and longing
Let's go a cabman to the Arbat!