Текст песни наш безназванный бенд - жми на педаль

1.Den excellent - cry scandal
   And do not care about that at the Ahoy!
Grab the money, go out there,
I slam the door, and there he is ...
   I sit in the car, I press the pedal.
   Run a passerby: Now I'm not sorry!
Squeeze 120-amb, to freedom pomchu-
I was just blown himself cured.
  The road will call to nowhere,
  And I'll take and go to the clouds!
Drive, drive me to my mustang
Under the rock or jazz or punk music.
  
 Chorus:
Pressing on the brake, take a look at the clouds,
Look like a raging river.
With itself wash away all the dirt worldly
Leave in the body of a pure passion.

2.Zabudu about everything, from all otreshus-
  The paradise of endless roads shall appear!
A day at sunset, you're given;
We are free - we are kings!
   There is a heap of thoughts - no problem:
   I'll stay, perhaps in the way at all!
Eyes of the blind the sun, but full speed ahead;
Hair matted and crawl into your mouth ...
   But the devil's thirst sparkling pupils.
   They do not ask, they cry out to her, "drive!".
Chorus:
Pressing on the brake, take a look at the clouds,
Look like a raging river.
With itself wash away all the dirt worldly
Leave in the body of a pure passion.