Текст песни Леонид Сергеевич - Скорость триста

And 140 beats, and the wind faster
Where there is no horizon, learn to quickly,
From edge to edge lit clouds
Here, fear and hope, as two of a kind.

Can be 300 per hour, and it is possible to the bottom,
Blood flows through the veins, the current in the wires,
At the touch of wheels, at the call of the soul,
Back too late, we must hurry.

Cold stones frozen in the ground,
When the sun sets, we will never,
There you can see the birth of the day,
That's just an attempt to give one.

Davie harder, I'm with you,
We have enough gasoline to burn them rest,
Without a shred of doubt, playing with destiny,
We have no time to think, we fly in a straight line.