Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Груженная бензином

Irkutsk tract to the east
And once this path
Machine & quot; & quot ;, VMS laden with petrol
Decided to & quot; one hundred and thirtieth & quot; bypass.

A & quot; a hundred and thirty & quot; It was laden shell,
I drove the girl-driver.
Do not click on the gas, not gasoline burn in vain,
Stronger in & quot; a hundred and thirty & quot; motor.

And so they raced to the turn,
Not daring each other to give up the path.
And at the edges - so cliffs marshes,
And already on the arrow & quot; sotochku & quot; lies.

Who will win in this race dangerous?
That girl was happy:
Just a little bit, that's it, it will overtake
Stubborn & quot; VMS & quot; on this bend.

But the counter & quot; GAS & quot; destiny decided otherwise,
After the turning he ran in & quot; & quot ;, VMS
Forever you're asleep at the wheel,
Why it was so jam on the brakes ...