Текст песни Ария - Пробил час

All spoken words are all done things
Again on the road, together with you we
Time to fly away, there is no more strength to endure
When you are in the skin on the horse, and the horse of steel
I do not grow old ever, fire in the blood rather than water
And I do not like somebody - I do not care
Wheels and have friends there, the hot wind and thunder
Until we shall die on the road to drive!

The hour - did not stop us
Over control is not to be
Do what you like
On his steel horse
We are here to midnight
Blow up!

Each counter loser smears mud us
Well no money, no palaces - there is one life
Her I spend as I can, who likes heavy - he is my friend
For me, my bike and counselor, and his wife
No one knew me, no school, no family
My jab teacher remembers and for good reason
Rot in jail, hanging out in the school -
my choice was in favor of the will
More beer, more heavy - I'm happy!

We have won in the past and not looking back
We are here to give a kick in the ass enemies
Hey, feel the power of the wheels and lift your toast
A toast to us and this hell!