Текст песни Григорий Лепс - Исповедь гонщика

Fog fell over the road, fell like dew in the rye
We are with you in half in truth and in lies
And the furrows are deeper and deeper, the earth hurts
And I'm driving like a fog, not to you
How to convey the roar and wheeze through the sleep of motors?
Every serpentine remembers a wounded car
And the furrows are deeper and deeper, the earth hurts
And I'm driving like a fog, not to you

Forgive my dreams
Kilometers of names behind
Where tears dry
To be ahead

Don't ask, I didn't leave, it's a circle again
Here it is, checkered flag, my friend, my friend
And the furrows are deeper and deeper, the earth hurts
And I'm driving like a fog, not to you

Forgive my dreams
Kilometers of names behind
Where tears dry
To be ahead

Kilometers of names behind
Where tears dry
To be ahead