Текст песни Моно Лог - Пробки

This day started like yesterday
From morning to and from work in the evening
The steering wheel, pedals, seat, my bread in captivity
Left right - stop! limited movement

Cork stoppers, draw patterns
Here heap assholes on the Zhiguli and cruisers
Prohvatit paralysis of urban traffic
I do not think that is at all possible!

About the coming collapse hear on the radio whining
On roads without exception fag and byche
Social program "Sit down with the car on the subway"
Sitting swear, I think about that:

ETC.
 Plugs right, plugs left,
jams everywhere, tired.
Traffic jams on the left, caps to the right, lost generation

Oh, my God, my God, what it looks like
Hands rooted to the steering wheel and seat to the ass too,
Stiff back were swollen feet in shoes
On the cheek slipped quietly single tear.

Petrogradka, Vaska, Central District
I did not have a car when I was in love with you
Somewhere in between times in the news flash reports
Evening case again bogged down in traffic

Road War Movement without laws
Exhaust gases, music horns
The hot air is turned all the coals
Sit down a minute and do not blather - a concrete jungle!

Etc.