Текст песни Байкерские песни - Прыгай в коляску

The friction of the wind, flying in the store,
Seventy-six petrol pulling me.
Fifth stuck, I went to nag,
One hundred and fifty is not transmitted.

Right in front of the gates are closed,
So, the fate takes pilots.
Gypsum bent, crutches will bend,
But Chkalov bravely hang on his chest.

   Jump into the carriage !!!!
   if you can hear me.
   Jump into the carriage !!!!
   Maybe you're still breathing.
   If you're still alive?
   You'll be my hero.

wind friction, good cardan.
Chkalov nods go to ram.
The handle has added half a turn,
And one hundred and ninety - flying starship.

Give way, do not need the cops,
And these concrete pillars.
Four seconds before the traffic police booth,
And Dad shouts, catapult press.

   Jump into the carriage !!!!
   if you can hear me.
   Jump in a stroller !!!
   Maybe you're still breathing.
   If you're still alive?
   You'll be my hero.