Текст песни Четыре Сыра - Велосипед

Dweath Two-wheeled sidewalk
Through the intersection, then on the boulevard
In the head holes not a single thought
Pedestrians in shock and want to refuse him
Crawled as if treated
Right in the crowd of people shind boldly
He pedals twisted with his love satisfied
All in the calls of ass, but he hasn't hurt him for a long time

By bike in the rain, frost and slush
With one form you want to cry
The wind blows the wind, splashes from under the tire
What is so fucking to suffer, it is better to go by car
I'm warm and dry, music plays
Better than yours great, even fucking trams
So as not to torment the ass and not know such troubles
The best solution - throw your bike