Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Пора

The distant road will be mastered by the toddler,
The seeds are wet, they need to be dried,
And if my mysterious watermelon is strong,
I will torment and choke you as a conscience.

It's time to go, road,
Freedom to rage
Give back to God
Freedom to rage.

Closing the dream with calendars
You turned around and froze like a locomotive.
Look around one more time, here I go
Through all the pages and seas of heavenly tears.

It's time to hit the road-victory
Freedom of loyalty
Give back to Heaven
Freedom of loyalty.

How did you lose this life like that
This sunny delight of losing the day
When the eyes of the saint's love were already lit,
When love itself falls in love with you.

It's time to hit the road-reward
Bullet freedom in the forehead
Bring back the bastard
Bullet freedom in the forehead.

Time to fuck the world
Hammer with sledgehammers
His grave