Lyrics Леонид Утесов - Песня Старого Извозчика
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-Эй, извозчик!
-Я не извозчик - я водитель кобылы!
Только глянет над Москвою утро вешнее,
Золотятся помаленьку облака,
Выезжаем мы с тобою, друг, по-прежнему
И, как прежде, поджидаем седока.
Эх, катались мы с тобою, мчались вдаль стрелой
Искры сыпались с булыжной мостовой.
А теперь плетемся тихо по асфальтовой
Ты да я поникли оба головой
Hу, подружка верная, ты старушка древняя
Встань, Маруська в стороне.
Hаши годы длинные, мы друзья старинные,
Ты верна, как прежде, мне.
Я ковал тебя железными подковами,
Я коляску чистым лаком покрывал.
Hо метро сверкнул перилами дубовыми.
Сразу всех он седоков околдовал.
Hу и как же это, братцы, получается,
Все так в жизни перепуталось хитро -
Чтоб запячь тебя, я утром отправляюся
От Сокольников до парка на метро.
-Цок-цок-цок-шлеп-бум-БАМС.
-Ой-ой-ой! Упала, бедная!
- Hey, cabman!
- I'm not a cabman - I'm a mare driver!
Only the morning will glance over Moscow,
Golden little clouds are golden,
We're leaving with you, my friend, still
And, as before, waiting for the rider.
Oh, we ridden with you, rushed to the distance with an arrow
Sparks poured into the cobblestone pavement.
And now we are quietly treading the asphalt
You and I wilted both heads
Well, my friend is faithful, you old woman
Get up, Maruska aside.
Our years are long, we are old friends,
You are faithful, as before, to me.
I forged you with iron horseshoes,
I covered the carriage with clean lacquer.
But the metro glittered with oak railings.
At once he bewitched all the riders.
Well, and how is it, brothers, it turns out,
Everything is so messed up in life -
To choke you, I'm off in the morning
From Sokolniki to the park by metro.
-Tok-tsok-tsok-slap-boom-BAMS.
-Oh oh oh! Has fallen, poor!
- I'm not a cabman - I'm a mare driver!
Only the morning will glance over Moscow,
Golden little clouds are golden,
We're leaving with you, my friend, still
And, as before, waiting for the rider.
Oh, we ridden with you, rushed to the distance with an arrow
Sparks poured into the cobblestone pavement.
And now we are quietly treading the asphalt
You and I wilted both heads
Well, my friend is faithful, you old woman
Get up, Maruska aside.
Our years are long, we are old friends,
You are faithful, as before, to me.
I forged you with iron horseshoes,
I covered the carriage with clean lacquer.
But the metro glittered with oak railings.
At once he bewitched all the riders.
Well, and how is it, brothers, it turns out,
Everything is so messed up in life -
To choke you, I'm off in the morning
From Sokolniki to the park by metro.
-Tok-tsok-tsok-slap-boom-BAMS.
-Oh oh oh! Has fallen, poor!