Текст песни Аркадий Кобяков - Таксист

Taxi driver

Again, the city took a taxi
Not my short time behind
The taxi driver is not the music, and not the
Ten years - not a short time
And now available free breath
And I thought back to a God forbid

I crossed the threshold of the native
The mother grown old for the period
What are you, Mom, do not cry, I tied
A bouquet of flowers fell from the hands of
Native woman hug
And given the oath
She was not one to leave

Take a walk through the old friends I
Not a few of their Lord cleaned
Hi friends, I il not say
And look a little sad was the
And I did not forget about you
You have forgotten who you bailed out of trouble

Sometimes life insidiously
Sometimes it is not fair, bitter
And it did not show that it is not right
The one that I loved, the other left
For you, Natasha, my life
You as it is changeable and so foolish
The one that I loved, the other left
Oh, you're crazy my life
Calm down, I paid you in full