Текст песни Ех - Любовь - Интим Патруль

Intimate patrol

Your speed is multiplied by cocaine.
Motorway lights, you're alone in the car.
The bass of their speakers knows how to
Rid you of spiritual poison.

What doesn’t disturb anything and gas to the stop,
And no more talking to anyone.
Ah, if I knew what would happen,
I would stay at home, end up on faces.

etc:
Intimate Patrol
You shouldn’t get drunk and naked behind the wheel.
Intimate Patrol
You were like a master and now a dull zero.

You get a fine in the back seat
Then under the wheel, then in the compartment.
Fluttering home, roaring eyes
It's a shame that there was no lubrication.