Текст песни Игорь Борисов - Песня про дорогу

The music of the motor is clear to me
I set it up as best I could.
It's nice to sit at the wheel
Listen to songs of the roads traveled.

How many kilometers have been wound
In the snow, in the heat and rain, I kept rushing.
And there was always a bright image with me -
This photo is yours.

Someone dreams of the sea, someone dreams of mountains,
Someone beckons to the sky, and some to the taiga.
And I love the road, I love my road,
I love, like all drivers, otherwise I cannot.

We respect each other very much,
And more precisely the word cannot be found.
We never pass by
We ate what happens along the way.

They say it's not a trick to become a chauffeur
Finished courses - and get behind the wheel,
But the chauffeur is not one who likes speed
And who loves work and appreciates life.

Someone dreams of the sea, someone dreams of mountains,
Someone beckons to the sky, and some to the taiga.
And I love the road, I love my road,
I love, like all drivers, otherwise I cannot.