Текст песни Георгий Николаенко - На Вираже

Russia floats in the distance under our wheels
Stretching under the suns, under the stars up
An asphalt shawl beckons for a reason
And the motor sings hold on to you

End and edge no highway
The car is like an extension of hands
Her soul to my soul
Snuggled up and closed in a circle

White stripe markings
Like guiding light from heaven
Goes on a flight, leaves on a flight, leaves on a flight ...

How old is it to wind us kilometers of roads
Day after day, dawn and sunset again
More often at night the native threshold rises
But neither turn nor turn back

End and edge no highway
The car is like an extension of hands
Her soul to my soul
Snuggled up and closed in a circle

Don't break it already
We are chained like chains
On a bend, on a bend,
Bound in a turn