Текст песни Кони - Под откос

The authors of the text and music:
Nizamutdinov Vadim Midkhatovich
Kozlenkov Yuriy Alexandrovich

Sometimes so really want
Finish run
Do not care about all prophecies
What was me.
Highway to give speed
Under two hundred miles
Dismiss
Automobile.
And without smearing the light of white,
Close eyes,
Pressed and very boldly
On brakes.
Let it get along the road along
And across.
Hold? And maybe throw the steering wheel? -
I do not mind.
Putting on the will of the case -
And under Sunny!
How long have not long to suffer? -
Sure, not a problem...
Split on shards
My whole life,
What was not like a needle
Me stitched.
Run into shreds, on pieces -
What is it a sense?
Well I'll get won soon
As a broken wolf.
Split to hell - immediately in zero
All this life ...
So keep Ile still throw the steering wheel?
Tell me...