Текст песни Софья Крылова - Пробки

We are in a huge traffic jam,
As if all chicken ass.
Black ice on the road -
Nervously frantic people.

A shuttle bus to the darkness,
In order not to attract the cops.
Though in an intimate setting
Money to think so embarrassing.

On the threshold he jumped: op-pa!
And there watching assholes.
Do not breathe, do not turn around,
Just jump and bend down.

I was particularly lucky -
Forehead imprinted in the glass.
And my aunt going
With very thick chin.

I broke it like jelly,
I was hanging on the back of the chest.
Someone sat on my knee,
Someone gave a bag in his ear ...

Russian transport continually
The most zealous Extreme!
And it contributes to the cohesion
It is, moreover, well, the masses.
And the feeling of the driver
He gives the rulers of all trails.