Текст песни Неизвестен - Пять Харлеев, один чоппер

On heavy, on wheels at night hanging
Violating the silence of the quiet streets
Through the clubs of smoke smell of gasoline
Fly past through smoke clubs
Capants' boys, ordinary bikers
And they have Cash Presses are always decent
Because they have excellent personal affairs

Chorus:
For a week to seventh
Salted in Komarovo
Five Harleys, one chopper
Let them seek vasya-operas
For a week to seventh
Tucked in Komarovo
Five Harleys and Urals
From him chopper I gathered

Shipping Rubber Streets
Tucked in mosquito near the store
Two beer canisters fresh spill
Two beer canisters local spill
And district operas will not die from boredom
Eight applications fell into his hands
Complaints all write, breathing unevenly
Sneorically breathe, breathe

Chorus:
For a week to seventh
Salted in Komarovo
Five Harleys, one Chopper
Let them seek vasya-operas
For a week to seventh
Tucked in Komarovo
Five Harleys and Urals
From him chopper I gathered

Capturing the emptiness of district quiet streets
On Harleys on the night city
Through the clubs of smoke smell of gasoline
Fly by, through smoke clubs
Capants' boys, ordinary bikers
And they have Cash Presses are always decent
Because they have excellent personal affairs

Chorus: (2 times)
For a week to seventh
Salted in Komarovo
Five Harleys, one Chopper
Let them seek vasya-operas
For a week to seventh
Tucked in Komarovo
Five Harleys and Urals
From him chopper I gathered