SergDesignMusic - Такси
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[Verse 1]
Nine PM—I merge back into the flow
My old Solaris—my ark, my life, my little world
The yellow light on the roof acts as a beacon for lost souls
For those soaked to the bone, running late, or who just hit the jackpot
The "Available" sign lights up—and there it is: the first call
I am a silent ferryman; my route runs from west to east
I start the meter, and time begins to tick away for rubles
While outside the windows, the lights of Moscow slowly fade
My rearview mirror is a portal into another person's life
It holds hundreds of stories—hundreds of "goodbyes" and "hang in there"
I’ve seen brides’ tears and the drunken revelry of businessmen
The silence of lovers and the fury of night-shift cops
I am merely the backdrop for their drama—a nameless driver
Their personal guardian angel, a temporary celestial guide
I carry them from the club to their beds, from the office into the void
They’ll leave me a tip, then forget all about me by morning

[Chorus]
My office is the Garden Ring, and the engine is my beat
While the city stays awake, my meter ticks like a pulse—and glows bright
Taxi! In the left lane, overtaking the rest
I carry those in a hurry across the city
Taxi! Open the back door, hop in, and let's fly.
Tell me the address—where do you want to end up tonight?
I am a shadow on the asphalt, a yellow silhouette in the night;
I am the one whose destiny is to greet the dawn on the road.

[Verse 2]
Here’s a guy with flowers, glancing nervously at his watch;
Probably on a first date—afraid of the coming storm.
Right behind him, a girl in tears, mascara streaking down her cheeks;
She whispers into her phone, "I hate you"—a battle cry on every familiar front.
Then a character in an expensive blazer hops in;
The whole ride, he’s wheeling and dealing in the language of the streets.
Millions, contracts, deadlines—it’s a constant war;
Yet when he steps out at a drab concrete block—his true worth isn't worth a dime.
Sometimes there are tourists who ask, "Hey, driver—show us Moscow!"
And I drive them through the center, catching the buzz of their chatter.
They see the shop windows, the Kremlin, a carousel of lights;
But I see the weariness of the asphalt and a new destination ahead.
I’ve heard secrets that people would only entrust to a stranger—
The confessions of sinners living beneath a dead sun.
I stay silent and nod, stubbornly gripping the wheel;
My job is simply to get you from Point A to Point B—straight there.

[Chorus]
My office is the Garden Ring, and the engine is my beat;
While the city sleeps not, my meter ticks like a pulse, burning bright.
Taxi! In the left lane, overtaking the rest—
I carry those in a hurry across the city night.
Taxi! Open the back door, hop in, and let's fly.
Tell me the address—where do you want to end up tonight?
I am a shadow on the asphalt, a yellow silhouette in the night;
I am the one whose destiny is to greet the dawn on the road.

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