Текст песни Наталья Трясцина - Еду я по трассе

I was driving on the highway and the asphalt steaming .
The rate for one hundred and twenty . Flying birds .
I see a beautiful forest . Reset gear.
Oh, how romantic it is to build the country.

Then I see a river. River with fishermen .
Splashing Vodicka , blue , as in the Kama.
Blowing bubbles catfish inconspicuous .
Oh, good to build a house here .

Now and mountains. And they aspen .
It is necessary to fill up expensive gasoline.
On my salary house of straw
I will build in a year and say, mansions .