Текст песни Елена Казанцева - Я лечу по шоссе

I'm flying down the highway ,
Brakes , as always , are faulty .
One hundred deaths on the face,
Even counter-flow thinned .
I crept into the garage
Without a wing and windscreen -
It's your crew
Razminutsya did not have with me .

Expired sleep time ,
And in the morning we saw the light traffic lights ,
I am no longer alone,
Next you and your scrap.
Thank God that he was alive ,
I'll forgive myopia ,
But I do not hold -
I grows wing.