It was in Siberia in winter,
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KAMAZ was walking along the winter road with a track.
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He has twenty tons on his shoulder,
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And there is no one around for a hundred miles.
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Three days the car is on the road,
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There's still so much left to go.
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And she drove quite young,
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The first time the guy Taiga rode.
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Behind the steering wheel sits day and night,
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And there is no partner to help.
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And in response, only the headlights are on,
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The wolves howl, and the owls scream.
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Chorus:
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The engine of a heavy truck will move,
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White snowdrifts fly into the distance.
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And in the transparent frosty air,
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The aroma of Crimean apples curls.
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At the end of the fourth day,
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One car showed up.
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But rushes to the meeting, head to head,
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And the guy had to move into a snowdrift.
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He carried twenty tons of Crimean apples,
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A frozen ringing flew across the Taiga.
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The oncoming one did not help, moved away,
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And the night has already fallen around.
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Chorus:
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The truck engine stopped
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And white snowdrifts stand.
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And in the transparent frosty air,
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The aroma of Crimean apples curls.
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Oh, how he cursed the oncoming one,
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He burned all the fuel on fires.
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There is no more food besides apples,
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From impotence, he cursed the white light.
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I wanted to joke at the wedding,
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I would have been able to return in ten days.
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Did the boy think then
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It's not his destiny to return.
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On the volume forgotten on the winter road,
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He froze the poor fellow later.
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And the wedding day has long passed,
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Yes, the groom did not come down the aisle.
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The guy at the wheels of a heavy truck,
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Lumberjacks dug up a detachment.
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And in the transparent frosty air,
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The aroma of Crimean apples curled.
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And in the transparent frosty air,
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The aroma of Crimean apples curled. |