Текст песни Nоль Три - Байк рок-н-ролл

Bike rock-n-roll

His mother road, his dad - highway
His thirst high speeds
It is similar to an icon, it is almost a saint
Do not swerve from the track, are riding in a straight line

Chorus:
I wish him to escape from boredom
And to take off on the highway, so seething brains
Again melted tire puncture puncture
Headwind sings this bike rock 'n' roll.

Somewhere in the night on the way, he meets a sunset
Click on the gas, and not looking back
In the sky the moon is shining and he can not sleep
And there is still left a little wine

Chorus:
I wish him to escape from boredom
And to take off on the highway, so seething brains
Again melted tire puncture puncture
The smell of burnt rubber - this bike is a rock 'n' roll.