Текст песни Дмитрий Восаркен - Водительская

I work drunk
I have a horse.
I call the car cute,
She is pleasant to this flattery.
Whatever I say,
The car has a soul.
Wants that she was loved,
Leaving the garage.

Chorus:
And the road eats how in the song
Not terrible in the cabflock rain streams,
The house is waiting for a wife, and of course wait,
Do not jealous native to the car me!

In a straight line, behind the turn,
I will give, the motor jesters,
Beat hoof under the hood,
Horses, rush to the square!
And flashed along the road
Kilometers and year,
Atrophies legs,
From sedentary!

I work by chauffeur,
I have a horse!
We go to her by expanses,
All latitudes do not count.
I don't need a share
Without a ram of nowhere
Below belt corn
From sedentary!