Текст песни Механические удовольствия - В бешеном ритме

The frantic pace of the city fly
And life throws us in a circle
Tomorrow will bring us where fate?
Do not know the friends and girlfriends

CHORUS:
In the morning leave their homes
Like birds in the wide-open skies
We are tired of waiting for the new city
Where we have not been yet never

With locations Tear back light
The bag "iron", a guitar in its case
The wind of freedom is calling away
Do not resist neither you nor me

CHORUS:
In the morning leave their homes
Like birds in the wide-open skies
We are tired of waiting for the new city
Where we have not been yet never

Roads and "night and day" - will not stop
And life is like in a violent dance whirls
City home to me one day dream
And old friends, forgotten faces