Текст песни Анатолий Загот - Весёлый турист

On the distant halt dreaming,
It was a tourist straight.
He sat down to rest by the side of the edge,
And he was overtaken by a truck.

Chorus:
Speaks air plane,
Earth - a car,
And only a tourist goes on foot,
Swallowing dust. (2 times)

Frolic driver hunting,
He shouts to the tourist:
Hey, sit down'll drive up to the village, infantry,
Lie, depart on the stove.

Chorus.

You scram-ka on his way,
Cargo soul.
Somehow I'll manage without a car for reinforcements,
Or I am not a tourist, and noodles.

Chorus.

Distance away tourists, singing,
With his backpack;
A driver in a ditch is, tans
Under the broken truck.

Chorus.

Stuck in a cloud airplane
In the mud - a car,
And everywhere a tourist pass
Through snow and dust. (2 times)

Chorus.