Текст песни суХие - Пробки

In my city traffic jams:
I'll be late for you.
Do not scream in vain
Discharge the atmosphere
From the cooled tea.
Drumming the steering wheel
Idling gazuyu,
I crawl as I can
Per asphalt meter,
For each, fighting.

Chorus:
The path has been traveled to half.
I'm starting to panic:
I can't repair a car
You do not know how to wait.

We didn’t stay long -
There will be a reason to leave.
And do not leave debt
Don't get drunk too much
And in general - to restrain.
Something we missed
Somewhere I crawled.
Whether there is no fuel
Whether there is no management
Either did not slow down.

Chorus.

It seemed to me - let's pass
It turned out - stuck.
Someone beat our glass
Someone climbed into our souls
They shot at the wheels.
Sort my feelings
To other parts.
Maybe useful again
Maybe it will be as a whole,
Maybe - only in part.

Chorus.

February 2007