Текст песни Дмитрий Петренко - Тянется мантией пыль из-под колес

Stretches mantle dust from under the wheels squeal,
Headlights dim light, hiding deep pits.
Listen, buddy, where it has brought us to the devil:
Throughout the ditch, and the roads are simply not there.

Maybe we turn off the overheated engine,
Turn off the lights, their light only laugh this a night,
Odometer zashkalil, and he only device
Where are the brakes? PUSH on them, and then put the point.

No! Wait a minute! Look! You see - there dawn,
Black back mounds of golden palm strokes.
That does not matter that there is no concrete roads,
Woe to see the sunrise, sunset grown old.

Shall roar, be hot, as the heart, the motor -
He cools, becomes scrap.
And let the scale odometer on it device
A brake useful at the house.