Текст песни Воротник Лешего - Про велосипедиста

(Home studio)

Two wheels, saddle and spokes
Pedals, steering wheel, the key in the glove compartment
I rush on the highway, I can not sleep,
Wind ruffled Bosko me
I'm getting ahead of pedestrians
The trees on the right, like a wall
And with a smile idiot
Grab wind mouth I

speed 25
I'm Superman on a bike
Pedals twist legs
And I'm in a green t-shirt

Two wheels, the road up the hill,
Castle sweat flowing from me,
Never mind the bad weather -
There is a goal, and I hasten to
The food is very, very fast -
50. Speed ​​hour.
But on the way my unclean
I opened one eye

Fan blowing
I hear someone op
Someone mat conceals ....
(-osvobozhday Already, bastard)
exercise bike