Текст песни О.Ткачинський - Велосипед

Fate - bike, flying with mountains
And you - his driving.
Not the best mark he is old,
And the other is not given.
Have to pass the pit zsohli snags,
Fight the wheel.
Even two angels on the shoulders quarrel
Words from the dead languages.

Realistic computer game.
Like, a unique opportunity.
Ring, where you against such a mountain -
This is better than the Tour de France.
The best nayerotychnishyy dream
Even the power of kings,
This rock in latex tights
Weeded out wimps.

Prohibit the fall. There were ultimately undone when
You tear winds.
You vilnolyubyvyy old dissident.
At least in the eyes of the mountain.
If you think that really live
And move forward
Come up Hutchish if and fall,
Curb bike.