Текст песни Андрей Лозицкий - 03. Дорожная

Hands hug a steering wheel,
And the legs are put on the pedals.
We keep the way to Chebarkul,
We are going to take medals.

Look, on the road is not a must
After all, you are tired of work.
Seagull from the Moldni thermos
And for the feed, leave care.

Let the Fresh Wind and Sunset
Muffled mind, we will dismiss feelings,
And hundreds of worst let fly:
Come in time - art.

Sitting traffic cops in the bushes -
They shoot us aptive.
Do not substitute just like that
Stay behind the sign and markup.

And let your crew fell asleep,
You must close the distance
So as not to go to the board
On those who are associated with a gray ribbon.
(On those who are connected by this highway) - when repeating

Motor will not let you down
The wheels will also be well.
Rotating land for himself,
They will deliver you to the goal.

And friends are waiting in the meadow,
They already covered it;
Cost sail tents
And the place was scored.

Hands hug a steering wheel,
And the legs are put on the pedals.
We keep the way to Chebarkul,
We are going to take medals.