Текст песни Игорь Герц - Трасса

Snow-white trees leaned over the track
And crystals shine in the rays of my headlights white snow
Sweeps open space
And lost somewhere far from the tread
Reality melted in the outlines of frozen branches
And frost in the corners lace the glass
The creaking of the wheels drowns out all the sounds over the dead track
And the wind blows harder in the window ajar from the side

I walked along the winter road absorbing space like air
And honked to the dull crosses standing along the highway
Remembering the guys that died so stupid in vain
With every flight they no longer want to believe their eyes
Why there seems to be no war our guys are dying
Crippled metal tears their youthful flesh
Do not drive where you drive death wanders near
What do you want to prove to someone and whom to overcome

Is it really that important to arrive half an hour earlier
Squeezing all the power out of his iron horses
Going straight to heaven leaving earthly problems
And in an hour taking their wives and children with them
Do not take risks in vain because life does not forgive mistakes
And especially the winter track covered with ice
To become a cross with a small sign by the road
With a photo framed by a welded wrinkled steering wheel