Текст песни Гнилой Угол - Автолюбитель

motorist

now I want to believe
that everything to me on the shoulder
with the wind , I will make the dispute
that it quickly I rush

It was formerly autopilot
 and now the other way around
 - The motorist .

The guitar is not strumming
From the alcohol does not stick
And I do not write poems
Just twist the steering wheel I

Do not catch up with me, doctor
The patient I even where
As I fly on wings
Off-road - is nonsense .

 Before, I did not drink compote
 Now, on the contrary
 - The motorist .

2007 .
Petrovich