Текст песни Сплин - Мотоциклетная цепь

Where his way bike chain ?
    Petrol stains on the asphalt funny.
   Time flies, the plane forward, parohodaom under the ice ,
   Locomotive mouth to mouth that night running away
   Sweet as honey, as sweet as honey,
Just as sweet as honey,
Just as sweet as me- e - units .
 
   
 From the navigation systems of the transected strings
   From a disturbed hive
   Motorcycle chain creeping out of the shadows to color
   And the taste of your kisses .
   Motorcycle chain creeping out of the shadows to color
   And the taste of your kisses .
   Motorcycle chain , motorcycle chain.