Текст песни Пётр Лещенко - Гони, ямщик

Drive on, coachman, fast into the distance,
Perhaps dispel sadness, grief.
Let out of love - longing to be held.
Drive, the driver, rather forward.
To tell me with longing to go,
Where to find the soul of peace and oblivion?
I can neither cry nor laugh
With the tormented soul.
Drive, the driver, the distance faster ...
He loved that, I thought: ever
We will live with him we always love that,
But suddenly broken dreams inhuman,
Smashed holy altar.
Drive, the driver, the distance faster ...
He fell out of love, so let the other fall in love.
I, in spite of him, give myself love again.
Perhaps this, too, I ruin,
But revenge burns in my heart ...
Drive, the driver, the distance faster ...