Текст песни Сплин-2012 - Чёрная Волга. живьём

From a distance long
Went Black & quot; & quot ;. Volga The air smelled of gasoline.
That truck overtook all, the long dragged behind ZILom.
Betonka wound.

The scenery was poor:
That landfill, the construction around them signs.
That gray concrete wall, then suddenly red poppies
Everywhere along the road.

Rapidly getting dark.
Janitor creaked windscreen misted.
Some light blinked at times and then.
Farah burned

In so far as.
Everywhere everywhere shaking, rumbling and muzzle.
Black & quot; Volga & quot; inexorably drawn
To the south-east.

To where warmer.
Where no one ever finds it not.
Villages, roads, houses became worse.
Police - angrier.

It was a room!
Gas goodbye, smoke and steam.
Black & quot; & quot ;, Volga speeding dropped
In the Caspian Sea.

Waves closed.
Seagulls circled slightly calmed down alive.
None of the people did not notice the car disappeared
On the city streets.

From a distance long.
Black & quot; & quot ;. Volga
Black & quot; & quot ;. Volga