Текст песни 1983 год - Когда мы ввёрстываем скорость свою в бетон...

When we vvёrstyvaem their speed in concrete
When we vvёrstyvaem their speed in concrete,
When we thank skid pulls on a bend,
Do not stop and turn the steering wheel - the driver's law
And it will ease your soul.

The molten glass is flying hailstones
And the wind from the hot face visor hits,
And every first at the finish would be pleased,
Yes, that's just us at the finish line waiting for this.

    First at the finish line - it's not bad,
    It is even very nice,
    But oxygen mask for inspiration
    We offer doctors at the roadside.

Crowds of people fed bread and circuses waiting.
& quot; First & quot; rose - the last refuge elated.
What matters is that in the normal mode to come to turns,
To save their strength last before overtaking.

    First at the finish line - it's not bad,
    It is even very nice,
    But oxygen mask for inspiration
    We offer doctors at the roadside.