Текст песни Феникс и Тарантул - Протезники

We were born in troubled times
Among dreary joyless days
But we have created with their own hands
Powerful, reliable, iron horses.

In order not to succumb to grief
Among the gray and gloomy days
We have created with their own hands
Powerful, reliable iron horses.

And let your bike is called & quot; prosthesis & quot;
And mediocrity sullen looks from the back
& Quot; Protezniki & quot; proudly bear his name
On dusty roads of a great country

In order not to succumb to grief
Among the gray and gloomy days
We have created with their own hands
Powerful, reliable iron horses.

If the trouble will be suddenly in front of us
The sad sadness crossed the threshold
We will be able to clear with his own hands
Path to the wind and the sun and the happiness of roads

In order not to succumb to grief
Among the gray and gloomy days
We have created with their own hands
Powerful, reliable iron horses. X3