Текст песни ВЕРСИЯ Х - БАЙКЕРЫ

Speed, wind, damn helmets
Wind, speed - grin of souls
Life is not a stage, down with masks
Kohl does not appreciate the theater hall
We are not worse, but we are different
we are no better, why rank
Time draws its curves
Not sparing the crazy world

Another world is not parallel
At the crossroads, the fate of the roads
Mausoleums let someone believe
Our faith is flight and rock

Those on the right have the right
Here only God's light is to the left
My fate cannot be found
After all, there is no freedom with the council
Oh the road, fate is a curve
Sold at the price of life
And reckoning with fate
Do not rush to give calculation

Speed, wind, off the masks
Wind, speed, grin of souls
Write fairy tales for the poor
The bend tore off our wretchedness !!!