Белые тени - грустная тема... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Among the wet roads, I rush somewhere to the distance, the speed switch in my hand and under the naked fag, my friend is afraid of my girlfriend, I clung to something for something that is sorry for the movement of the wipers as if the arrows on the clock, I was forced to wake up, get out of the closed sleep, it’s not difficult for me to imagine who I would become, if I were brave, but I’m afraid of the evil minds of people, I let go to hell and close my eyes, screaming in an open window what I always wanted to say and I am anfasting my soul from excessive fuss, I was tired Dry Tusy and all the "left show -off", waved his hand on everything and flew away with a flock of swans, so as not to see the evil minds of people among the vast roads, I rush somewhere into the distance by the speed switch in my hand and under the naked pedal ... every day, me my sadness presses on my chest The stubborn steering wheel does not allow me to turn off this sound, how snow will fall on the ground, but it will not say anything to my soul ... Snowed roads or blurred by the rain with the car, we circle all the streets in two, the loud rumble of the motor will give an idea On this motive An old friend I hope you are not a nigative, with this music I remember many prestigious days, there are many different to meet, and take a lot of old friends, you know only one thing, we are not a barrier in the heart, we are still brothers, it would be in our hands a feather, I was a feather. there would be many lines about how I was not rich, but the circle of friends is always wide, now there is a steering wheel in my hands, and I rudition wherever I want to "eat" gasoline for this with radiation, I rush somewhere in the distance among beautiful cities speed switch in hand and under the foot pedal ...