Krec - Литые Диски - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Chorus*2] Aida to the column! We need gasoline. Pour the full tank - my horse wants to drink. BIP-BIP, Baby. Not dead, it’s already green when on the My Family highway ... cast discs, dashing, low, in profile, gas to the floor, invigorates the motor, like my brain of coffee. Profi is not the one who presses the pedals more strongly, confusing them sometimes ... OPS ... an accident ... an accident! Hameleon body or dark blue metallic, MOMO with Motors, Upgrade, replacement of old parts. Look under the hood! There is a herd of two hundred mares, plus nitrogen, run under the sun, swallowing dust. Having straightened the wings, flying along the highway, like birds in the wind, devices lie one hundred pounds, do not believe the speedometer! The counter blinked, and in response to him a helmet is a cold ray of light through the darkness. A stormy night behind ... do not drive like that! Maybe more beer? Similarity at the stall. Flight in the rhythm of glaciers of traffic lights. The night city is Kaifovo, Kaifovo, Kaifovo! [Chorus*2] I get behind the wheel in order to dispel sadness, “Are you long?”, “Come on, baby, I will return soon!” It is necessary to speed up the pulse do not worry to me like that, I will be careful, I swear! I want to measure the way from my house to the center, the width of the streets, multiplying the length of the avenues. The inspector wanted to say something, unsuccessfully, dreamed, probably did not manage to wave the rod. In my opinion, everything is honest, purely according to the rules, because I did not buy rights, I myself passed the exams! Marking and signs must be known, at the point on the map, I follow the signs. In sleeping areas, blocks are their inhabitants, Leninsky, Stack, Engels, Testers, a call from the number of one of the old friends, “Hello, are you at home? No, ”the answer is negative. Somewhere on the ring, where always green, descents, interchanges, turns, ascents-look for me there, in the bright light of Xenon “You have a bzik!”, “Yes, I am crazy, and I can’t sit at home!” Somewhere on the ring, where always green, descents, interchanges, turns, ascents-look for me there, in the bright light of Xenon “You have a bzik!”, “Yes, I am crazy, and I can’t sit at home!” [Chorus*2]