Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Любимая 1

Iron troika, grass by the road
The mists settled like dust on the threshold
Funny horses, stand half a second!
Let the wolves die of fear.

For years, for troubles, in a hurry
Get three bags and kill the bitch in yourself!
To master the science of homemade bread,
Yes hide yourself in pies,

Then freeze the window at dawn,
But in the morning to catch time in a colorful carriage,
Like a solar wind in a diamond room
To save you with a kiss.

And they won’t take you away from me anymore
And the sun is laughing - the lights will not cool
But the flight of the newborns in God is eternal,
Like memory, like faith, like me.