Текст песни Гарри Топор - Быстрей

Harry Axe - Velodrome

Devyanadtsat years. I began to go crazy, but worry - no.
A series of relays drunken grief I watched as Dorian Gray
In an aging portrait. - FAKE !!!
I loved to drive the bike on the side of the right bank
People in wheelbarrows so much like fans of Terek. Rave.
I'm not a drug addict, you moms Che: some bully
You threw the plan in the glove compartment.
My first now lives somewhere at the station.
She V.I.P. all brothels, the boys said.
Iskra Avenue. I continued pedaling
Along the rows of whores like Harry - Stalin.
Pause. Pause for breath right.
Blot clot on his lapel coat
The doctors. My face is wet with blood.
If you were me - you would have been far from good rap.
The chain rotates the gears. Just me and the asphalt.
Crescent disappeared in the clouds as the ssyklo like creature.
Velodrome. Nowhere to hurry, it's not NASCAR.
At the head of her eyes, martsefal, station.

Faster! Even faster! We can not make it.
We riders road vehicles. We're one and the fact
It's like a rope pulling us up the hill.
Behind left the city. Sleeping.

You know, the negotiations now in the trend.
In the trunk of 8 bits, but it do not fucking Dandy.
Women are freezing in the hour to rent. They
Want zafollovit client, then friended.
People in the eyes of the windows strive to cling to his throat
Each eye sees off. the views of drills.
With me in the club restroom pokromsat student.
A buyer awl hit Merchandiser tapes.
I twist pedal along the lawns or sidewalks
About a third of passers-by in the area to finish the days on his bunk.
Two percent of the population is divided Navara
The rest quietly mired in their huts.
Splashes of mud like candy, I'm not Mark Cavendish.
But I'll leave on the clay track. This is your guide.
I once went into a rage and
So continues Baysikl Grange Trip.

Faster! Even faster! We can not make it.
We riders road vehicles. We're one and the fact
It's like a rope pulling us up the hill.
Behind left the city. Sleeping.