Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Спурт

C, Am, D, Em
14:02 05/19/2006

So many roads traveled
As many stars are collected
So many hopes are stopped
As many strings are torn

That you can't stop
Just telling yourself stop
If only to break,
Having gone to a deadly gallop.

On the run, on the acceleration
Without looking back
A gust of wind will calm
Only raw asphalt.

You cast aside doubt
Releasing the brakes
Increase speed
Eyes to eyes.

But suddenly a soul
Suddenly rush to heaven
Death passed you by
Half-body.

How old is drunk
How many of them have lived,
How many of them are full
But who considered them.

And when to shoot a temple,
They will mercifully fuck
Well, why did you drive like that,
After all, half the force could ride!

And foam is sintered on my lips
You will be left alone
Listening to the gusts of wind
Die young.

So many paths not passed
So many suns are not blown
So many moons are not caught
So many strings are not torn ...