We are going to visit, far away.

We are going to visit, far away. Wide road. I look out the right window And I see a lot of trucks.

The column moves forward The car parade has been built. Truckers are a loyal people. The brain is set to work.

They sit in the cabs behind the wheel. Different race people. They dream of only one thing: That there will be no traffic.

On the faces of women and men The concern was reflected Adding wrinkle furrows. And wisdom appeared.

Everyone, young and old, Ready to go at night Come back home soon, To see sons and daughters.

This is the fate of the guys, This is the choice in their life. And even if they sleep little, Their smiles are countless.

I’m praying for them all now, Blessing their work. I marvel at the courage, the courage, Although I don’t know them.

Send them faith on their way, Lord Guide! Let the cargo be delivered successfully. God bless the Almighty!