Текст песни Виктор Третьяков - Час Пик

Who else needs to die
So that everyone touches the pain ...
Who else needs to bang
So that you finally wake up ...

In a bloody whirlpool
Brother at the helm -
Gateway Bandits
With bandits from the Kremlin.

Pray if alive, happily
Don’t rock the boat until you are safe.
After all, issued long ago by the authorities
Shooting License.

Muffler wound on the barrel -
Come on, substitute whiskey ...
Silencer wound on the barrel
On our brains.

Chorus:
Wheels on the head
Rush hour in the yard, rush hour.
Can't you see
Dead end ahead, dead end ...
Dead end, gentlemen, dead end!

Captions run across the screen
But the figure of the soul does not amuse
And more than one half a liter
Already the body does not hold.

And you just have to try
Attention not to attract:
Moreover, we whisper
In the kitchens - not used to it.

Bratkov has already been "charged",
The pins are on the atas -
We did it all
In the stagnant ninth grade.

Medals "For Defense!"
Stamping the press again:
We will soon share the crown ...
According to the plans of the CPSU!

Chorus:
Wheels on the head
Rush hour in the yard, rush hour.
Can't you see
Dead end ahead, dead end ...
Dead end, gentlemen, dead end!