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"Road stories"

(music by V. Dyachkov, poems by I. Shavrov)

We are going from the capital

It has not been sleeping for a long time

And a box of sweets spread.

The road was tired.

The wheel pierced us

Opposite a roadside cafe.

Chorus 1st:

Road stories,

Irony,

Which is kept by the long road.

The meeting is random.

What awaits there ahead?

I sat at a bold table.

"Don't you exchange a stolnik?"

The mustachioed trucker asked.

Charged. He was local

But he did not sit still

After all, the vagabond spirit roams in Rus'.

He traveled the whole country

And in forty without a bride,

But the vagabond spirit roams in Rus'!

Chorus 1st.

We talked for a long time

About the homeland, about duty,

The fact that in this world entails us.

On the Road of the Russian force,

At least a bitch

Be, brother! Meet me again!

Chorus of the 2nd:

Road stories.

To the soon!

Do not drive a hundred on the highway!

Meet me, we’ll ride with a breeze.

What awaits there ahead?

Chorus 1st.

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