Текст песни Иван Панфилов - К морю

We're going on the littoral ,
Smoke from the chimney -burning gasoline
Joy and sorrow
Drink from the neck of the bottle Ussuri gin .
Concerned only with the speed
Habitual became bells game
Stayed home drizzle
And here is the usual heat.

Blinding sun sunset
The brakes do not need to press .

Our way lies to the north
Broken mirror to the east
Seventh drawing wind
Flapping Butterfly on the glass.
And along the roadside traffic police posts
Remove the penalty for exceeding it .

With doverkoy all right
In the trunk dusts emergency sign
Let the path is not so smooth
But fuel lacks full tank
And the radio at full volume shouts
About how good broadcast " Bricks "