Касаткин А. - День автомобилиста - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Driver Day

There is a beautiful car

The car is driving along the road

The road leads nowhere,

There is a palace in Nikud

There is a secret room in the palace,

Nobody sits in a secret room

no one looks at the screen (in manita?),

A beautiful car rides on the screen

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Machine "Foc-Ford"

In that car, the food is proud

I'm proud of me

My hands on the steering wheel

Cleverly rule the right

Right left

I seem from the window

Suckers, lousers, and all sorts

Losers

The car rushes along the road

Along the edges of the house of wretches

Orphanages.

And the road is one

From asphalt and gavna

Yes, sand

And the other is simply not here

If you want to rush through the

Rush around the light.

So you drive it on it

How you get tired of braking

Get up and rest.

Hemp with mushrooms on the left

On the right swill with tobacco

I am free - choose.

If you are free, ask

Hey road, where is your edge,

What is the edge?

Where are you going the road

To the abyss, no? Well, thank God

Glory to God

Kuda then you lead

Answers - in Nikuda

I lead to Nikuda.

You go straight and straight

Through cracks and pits

You won’t pass by (you have to get there)

Here are the cast -iron gates

And behind them nowhere

What's nowhere and never

In Nikuda, the palace is standing

Brighter than the sun shines

Gold with silver.

In the palace garage

On the slurred floor

There is a room

There is a room there, and in it

There are no windows or doors

But there is a screen

"Ford" rushes on the screen

In this "Ford" you go proud

You are going proud

Your hands on the steering wheel

Cleverly rule the right

Right left

From the window you seem to be faki

Suckers, lousers, and all sorts

Losers.

It's a pity that you won't understand soon

Who is sitting by the monitor

Either you, or I am.

Either Roma, then Ilya

Either Denya, or Petya

Sanya, Panya, or (Dyapan) Fedya

Either Ira, or Nyura

Either Senya, or Yura

Either Dima, then Andryusha

then Antosha, then Gavryusha

Either fame, or Klava

Either Lena Vyacheslavna

Either Ly Vital, or Senya

Either the field, or Zhenya

Whether a hobly buoy

Either the Hysya Lui

Yes. This is called the Wheel Script. Do not creak the wheel, as many have heard. And not the violin of the forest, as many did not hear. Namely the Wheel Script. So it seems to us sitting at the monitor that the author, such an infection, forgot to compose another verse, such as that, kagbe, uh ...

Sanitar and nightmares

Discharge if the wheel of samsara

Take and break the mouth.