Мир - Гонка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In a brutal race, cars are crumbling like canned food: who will be the best, who will be the first? We are in such a hurry that sixty is no longer speed, and therefore someone’s death is now only news. The yellow has only caught fire - the rubber is already creaking. I cannot imagine life without gasoline. But no matter how I rush, wherever I drive, I am still very late somewhere. I know for sure that I will not be the best, because somewhere sweeter, green and thicker. The neighbor lives more decay and richer, I am a continuous failure next to him. But if you push it strongly and try, I will catch up - we can compete. To plow without sleep, without a break, without lunch, wait, wait, wait! Where am I going? I was tortured by the idea: where am I rushing? Who am I and where am I? I got up in the middle and the "emergency" flashed, I need to start differently and first!