Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Кривой автомобиль

Car on a curve
On the same road here,
On rubber polysevshey
I'm going anywhere.
Past populated settlements,
Slowly, slowly,
From filling to fill -
Darkness all, and not enough money.

Nothing that a little money -
A lot of money does not happen,
On gasoline is enough
And vodka holidays -
That's food gradually
Burns, I drink away,
I smile to pedestrians
And signals peshehodka ...

Dalek my way eh? -
Final item in question,
Do not drive, move -
Chances Zero, a no brainer:
Though there are some tires
On my standing wheels -
I would have deposited in a landfill
And will not be released back.

That's how horrible food,
Car on a curve
In his crooked roads -
No one does not have to meet.
What bald tires -
So often hampered,
So, I'm not so bad
Wheels in the wide world ...

So, I'm not so bad,
If music is playing,
If the tape is twisted
I have to tape;
How many points settlements
Leading the way - do not know yet,
How many points settlements
Behind - I do not remember ...