Текст песни Евгений Богачук - Трасса

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two hundred speed, flying down the road.
Bridges flashed one after the other.
Maybe let's slowed down a little bit?
Brother, tell me why we're there in a hurry,
Causing shock in the oncoming traffic?

You decided, the path will be brief.
Speed ​​is in your veins.
Our powerful bike - two hundred horses
Carry us with you on the ground like an airplane,
And we relocate ahead!

NO! Risk - no noble cause!
And the champagne is not to blame.
Better an hour with your favorite sit at dinner,
The twelve lying in the morgue cheese
From the covered person.

Morning fog, wet trail.
Ahead of the bridge and a sharp turn.
Everywhere scattered gravel mass.
Brother, do not tear, because the house you someone is waiting!
God saves man, who save himself!

I beg you not to risk it!
All easy to lose!