Текст песни Be Be Band - Байкер на мопеде

I escaped from the house aimlessly
wheels of my chosen path at random
leaf through kilommetry already two hundred years
the wheels of the moped that my grandfather repaired

and I've been careless with 14 years
I put pressure on the walls of the house have no escape
Since then, I wander the highways tapes
I'm a biker on a moped I crazy fool

and I'm going to the north and maybe to the east
long ago broken compass and navigator died
and I need that and I Do not Know fucking
where I go where I come

spitting rain, I was soaked to the skin
but it's not a problem because my bike is not stalled
Motor buzzes my brave heart
flying my horse I ride an iron-Yo My

and the sun in the sky sick neck warm
and the brakes are broken and there is petrol in the tank
I faded hat motorway food
and grandfather recall
THANK YOU !! Nikolai