Текст песни Purgen - Гонки - Моя Жизнь

I sit in the car
And I am looking for some motor
From black tire pattern will
Motor five liters - you do not nonsense
The shell - which is necessary - from sleep stritreyserskogo
Fumes tires and autumn grass
Because a lot of forward flow of sparks and fire
I tear up hundreds of I for a few seconds
With the machine will choose a rabid route

Here, here, here's a car in the way calls, waiting ...
Many drive
Gas, gas, gas from the scroll wheel, I tear away
I always want to drive speed
My brain works in a mode of 205
Around all quickly blurred, creating a corridor
And your best running my rabid motor

So life I nesus loose
And flies many colorful worlds
Progress, development - the basis of all bases
Of the many speakers drayvovyh bass
Repair the car very difficult to go
To change the details in a number of high-speed
Did not stop the whirlpool
Everything is accelerated my speed flight

I want to be a rocket
I want to drive fast
I have a motor secret
I must to be the first