Chizh & Co - Ural Biker Blues
I was walking down the road on an autumn day,
My legs were aching, I had conquered a steep hill
(It was a gloomy October day),
When I heard a sound that resembled thunder.
I looked back, and I saw a cloud of dust,
And out of it, three wheels, devouring the miles,
I looked back, I was curious - will it stop or not,
I was so tired of hitchhiking for the last hundred thousand years.
I hopelessly raised my hand, and you stopped,
You asked me: "Where are you going, dear?
If it's north, I can give you a ride."
I picked up my guitar, smiled, and told her that we were going the same way.
And then you smiled too, and said that your name was Valentina,
That you had recently put on studded tires,
And couldn't I sing something for her?
I unholstered my Gibson, took a drag, and I was off.
I sang her about a Jew, about "it's all good, bro, love,"
I sang her "Hoochie Coochie Man,"
And then one more time about a Jew, then "about love,"
I was about to start one about tea, but then she said to me: "Hey, man, wait."
Our engine stalled, and I climbed out of the sidecar,
Silence fell, everything around became like in a fairy tale.
Fields, forests, the sky, and a stream...
You pulled out a flask, opened it, and said: "Here, man, drink..."
And while I was sipping, you were tinkering with the engine,
But it wouldn't start, it decided to exhaust us,
And the flask contained alcohol, and I got so drunk that I almost fell,
And you said: "Sorry, bro, but this isn't a Harley, it's an Ural."
And I exclaimed: "Valentina, I don't give a damn about a Harley Davidson,
Of course, there's no comparison, and we won't compete with them,
But if you want, I can play you some blues,
Don't pay attention if I suddenly mess up..."
So, Ural Biker Blues!

I played for about two hours, and you were fiddling with the clutch,
And suddenly a miracle happened, and without hesitation
I jumped into the sidecar!, and we sped off,
So fast that you barely managed to shout to me: "Honey, hold on!"
Go, go, Valentina, go!
You've got a great machine, go.
You see, Valya, I'm not afraid at all,
And we will be free as long as my Ural Biker Blues plays!