Текст песни Добры Молодцы - Старенький Автомобиль

Argued an old car,
That he runs four hundred miles.
And let it have long been time on peace,
I decided to rag an old time for the last time!

Chorus:
Hold the hand hand tightly
Road road is not easy
And luck is far away,
From here is not visible!

Blowed completely brakes,
And the motor almost refused
The exhaust pipe is eternal sclerosis,
But still - old - does not hang nose!

Chorus.

Rushing past with a whistle lights,
Scream: "Well, old, sakes, catch!"
And the old man sings us quietly:
"Who goes quieter - that further goes!"

Chorus.