Текст песни ГОПОЛОГИЯ - Гул мотора

The roar of the engine tore through the night peace,
A young rocker rushes along the road
Painted with black paint with a hermetic helmet,
This rocker was familiar to everyone and everywhere.

Every evening he drove up to the entrance,
There I met my girlfriend at the maple tree,
And they rode together until the morning,
She was the most beautiful for him.

Once I met her with another,
There she kissed him by the maple tree,
At the entrance "Volga" stands black,
And the girl is not looking at him.

Well, the rocker didn't tell her anything,
I got on the Java and pressed full throttle.
Lights flashed on the sides
He didn’t put on the brakes when cornering.

There is a monument to him by the road,
That girl goes to him in the evening.
"Forgive me dear, I am to blame for everything",
Well, tears flowed from her brown eyes.

The hum of the engine will not break the night's peace,
A young rocker does not rush along the road,
A broken helmet hangs on the cross,
This rocker was familiar to everyone and everywhere.