Текст песни Владимир Кузьмин - Мотоцикл

My eyes are stubborn, my palm is strong
Howls like a raging iron horse
I see high, I'm not like everyone else
Fight - I drive onto the highway!

All people sleep, but my motor roars
I continue to argue with the universe
I am the night wolf, I guard the moon
I overtake demons and satan

I don't care what it is:
Is it the end of the world
Earthquake, someone's menstrual cycle

Cold wind in the chest
My soul warmed
I love my motorcycle
Motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle!

Let the blood boil, caress the ultrasound
I don’t know the tears and fear
Sit still, fairy, behind
She is personally acquainted with Satan.

My love - it is like death
She dictates a life whirl
We love to think that we are going in a straight line.
When we cannot find a way home

I don't care what it is:
Is it the end of the world
Earthquake, someone's menstrual cycle
Cold wind in the chest
My soul warmed
I love my motorcycle
Motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle!