Текст песни Адамантий - Мотоцикл

You mark this year with a black ribbon,
I will wipe away the tears with a trembling hand.
You will not answer sobs of relatives
When you suddenly find out eternal peace.

Your motorcycle was your whole life
You cut the veins of the roads together
Your motorcycle was your whole life -
Life has become death. Probably not on time.

Your iron horse will remain wallowing,
In the dust on the road from wounds to die.
You probably would like to stay with him
But never press the pedal.

And the little brother glances at the helmet
And fire will break out in mature eyes.
He will not let the song of the motor stop
And a new one will fall from the tire strip.

Your motorcycle was your whole life
You cut the veins of the roads together
Your motorcycle was your whole life -
Life has become death. Probably not on time.