Текст песни Шумахер - Водила

My bros are riding the highways of the country
Someone wearing tattoos, someone with a double-barreled gun, someone with a brake from his wife
Always in a hurry, my homies are going
In the heat or cold they circle and circle, but for a soul not a penny
In the heat or in the cold they circle and circle, but for a soul not a penny

CHORUS Drove, KAMAZ already fucked you with problems
I drove, you are the owner of highways and just a plowman
I took you, I carried you like an aspen leaf all my life
Drove, turn the steering wheel, God bless you

Slopes, ascents, bridges. There are cops hiding somewhere
But KAMAZ trucks are not afraid of dirt, no matter who takes on show-off
Here is the customs office again, we must go find out
Who is there to replace and how much money they will have to pay again
Who is there to replace and how much money they will have to pay again

CHORUS

There are many roads in the world - enough for the drivers of worries
All who milk them are fed and watered - if only God would give health