Текст песни Поющие гитары - Песня про велосипедистов

It was difficult to man ten thousand years ago,
He went on foot to the pharmacy,
To work in a zoo,
He did not know the bike,
Blindly believe in miracles,
Because I not tasted all the advantages of a wheel.
Wheels-ah

(Chorus)
The sun on the needles,
The blue above your head.
Wind our faces,
Overtaken the globe.
Hinges and miles,
Fleeing into the distance.
Sit and simply press a pedal.

And now in this world
All of which is a romp,
Ride adults and children
To work in a zoo,
They come in a bath and a pharmacy,
They're coming to the mother-in for lunch
What will happen to the man
In ten thousand years.
Thousands le-ee-t

(Chorus)
The sun on the needles,
The blue above your head.
Wind our faces,
Overtaken the globe.
Hinges and miles,
Fleeing into the distance.
Sit and simply press a pedal.