Текст песни Максим Стацюра - Кабан w140

Winter tire tread clearly
Heavy German holds the road and I fly under vodka
Uphill or downhill seems to be so carefree
200 kilometers have capitalized ...
Yes, I'm in a capsule and everything is oiled around
Cool so ..
The truth is, I feel safe
In the armrest are in store sweets, different
Come in handy after chasing
Small pleasures
Even in moments when you want to cry
Although unlikely
Is it necessary ?!
And the snow beats in huge flakes in the windshield
These lazy wipers haunt me
Probably soon a gasoline car will ask
On long bends it blows me a little
Looks like somewhere not far awaits me chopping block
'Cause alcohol soaked in me all the feelings of fear
A light blend of skin, fumes and tobacco
A traffic cop would appreciate the aroma for sure
But here everything is fair, even and fair
I'm in the field of guys, and I do not care about your Xivas

And even if the phone rings
I'll let it pass my ears
So you want to be in nature in unison
Get away from all these city mice