Текст песни Тони Батуев - Судьба шофера

Motor in the car will start
And she will come on the road.
Behind the wheel, the driver is not simple,
Man with broken fate.

In prison with him, we did not sit,
On the hirahs with him were not challed,
Country he gave all debts
And we silent to him were excited.

Rushing past kilometers
As if frames are filmters.
Around his homeland Earth
And the houses are waiting for his friends.

Beautiful house is fitted,
Beloved woman decorated.
Wife like sunshine
The flight is waiting for him home.

Under the noise of autumn rain,
Sings the song of the circle is slow.
Insidious in the asphalt pit,
The driver lived.

From hitting the heart rust
And never start.
The driver will no longer wanted
His feast will not wait.

It is on the place of the new cross,
Like a witness of sad seats.
Remember friends friends
In sorrow, his whole family.