Текст песни 7000 штук баксов - Ready Set Go

Loop twisted path of life long track
He has not been studied but you do not slow his pace.
It is unlucky what that means?
Do not carry on ditches and steeper
Load clean your way.
Suffering breaks and cold ice caps
No breaks here and there is no bench
But just know when navorotah worse than hundreds of times
Fit into sharp turns squeezed full throttle.

Chorus.
Ready set go!
Years fly by reducing age
Drive life puts us to a new track
And we are forever on this track together are making a run.
And sometimes it is difficult to imagine how we can take to slow down
Sitting on the sidelines of the race.
Disc restart life again.

Verse 2.
Who wants all at once foolish and greedy that they take
it is only after passing all phases of life can understand.
Who knew that life in no hurry to eat and this situation
at the time the loan is not to take - there is no turning back.
Perhaps from the perspective of supermen we crawl.
Scourge back under itself vminaya black earth
Any ditch, pit any cause moan
But this will be our Fuji mountain slope!

Chorus.
Ready set go!
Years fly by reducing age
Drive life puts us to a new track
And we are forever on this track together are making a run.
And sometimes it is difficult to imagine how we can take to slow down
Sitting on the sidelines of the race.
Disc restart life again.

verse 3
"We rush around the circle
Only the skeleton of a horse cracking a cinch
Approaching elastically
According zavlinam, ruts, field and meadow
Howling beluga il laughing like Morgan took Tortuga
After downpours and blizzards
On tight corners losing each other.
We do this not snitsya-
Top look outstripped friends chariots
Only runners and spokes
Who could know that only a few will survive
Each can happen
Someone just could not take the time all his life
Do not turn away bird
If the cranes will you seek in a wedge.
In the distance gone pages -
Yellowed with age white birds
With dreams of making
Spread through parts of wolf failure
And now we can not sleep
Speakers from the memory of the last person
Do not return, do not get, though angry, praying, cursing, I confess, to drown.
Maybe wise snail
Creeps on clobbered marble tiles
At aged scrolls leave their uneven and wet trail sticky.
And bear grudges through tiny brittle shell
Amid the powerful cars
They are losing sight but still keep in mind always the individual.

Chorus.
Ready set go!
Years fly by reducing age
Drive life puts us to a new track
And we are forever on this track together are making a run.
And you have only to decide that they no longer need to destroy others
Just sitting on the sidelines of the race.
You can understand what - live!

Ready set go!