Текст песни Иван Панфилов - По приморью

We go on the littoral -
Smoke from a pipe-burning gasoline.
From joy and sorrow
We drink from the bottle of gin bottles Ussuri.
Only care about speed,
It becomes familiar bells game.
Stay home drizzle,
And here is the usual heat.

Blind eyes-and-a-a sunset,
In the brake-and-and-and there is no need to press.

Our way lies to the north,
Broken mirror - to the east.
Seventh drawing fan
Clap butterfly on the glass.
And along the side of the road traffic police posts,
Will be charged for exceeding them.

Blind eyes-and-a-a sunset,
In the brake-and-and-and there is no need to press

With doverkoy all right,
In the trunk dusts emergency sign.
Let the path is not so smooth,
But lack of fuel - a full tank.
And the radio at full volume screaming
On how well broadcast "Bricks".

Blind eyes-and-a-a sunset,
In the brake-and-and-and there is no need to press