Текст песни БГ - Моя смерть ездит в черной машине с голубым огоньком

Black wind hums under the bridges,
Black fumes covered the earth,
Unfamiliar watching wolves,
And one of them, maybe I am.

My life rattles as trolley,
And I could fly moth,
My death riding in a black car
With blue light.

Do not reproach me for bravado,
Do not be ashamed broken face,
I would like to be married to the kingdom
Or just walk under the crown.

But fate can not buy in the store,
Not prizhzhёsh her tail charcoal,
My death riding in a black car
With blue light.

I'm not sorry that I did not catch on here,
I'm not sorry that I was born and lived,
I get caught anyone so all figured out
I'd have strangled him here.

Only later, we are all on the top
And now, just down barefoot,
My death riding in a black car
With blue light.

My death riding in a black car
With blue light.