Street House - Уличные Гонки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Night, I threw a bedspread onto the city, I hear the sound from the streets of our quarter. A wretched mixture plays rap and hardcord and like a frantic beast roars the motor, the season of street races of night passers are opened, bright light smell of fresh rubber in the air dissolved a pair of gasoline, car They go from different sides, but someone on the asphalt left the pattern, these guys in the garage showed all the winter that their friends from their cars were fucked up, that they would soar over the asphalt like birds that would fly on the highway faster than thought and now everything is ready And there is no power to wait for the desire to drive the gas pedal into the floor, to blind the headlights in the face, to earn capital with their speed ...... no cheaply throwing and stupid fucks, here real people are real races .......

At the other end of the highway, someone is waiting for the glory to which of them the victory fate destined who to the end believed in a dream, tearing the dust of roads and the darkness in a dream ......

Come show you what you are capable of, because it is not for nothing that the spoiler flaunts on the wheelbarrow, show me, shut up the crowd into ecstasy, then you can become one of us, in the hands of the master the car is not just metal, you gave the dough and health, the girl went slammed, the door slammed, the door slammed, the door slammed, But it doesn’t matter, because you have a goal, to become the best on street races, to become cooler and richer, so that at the start, the opponents all froze that they would remember your number on the rear bumper, at the start of the blood boils and the engine roars which of them is the first Someone will come to the finish line and honorary status, who will climb from the bottoms to the top right away, the girl in a bikini waved a flag, the smoke from under the wheels and the road pulled all, to the finish, the heart is frantically knocking on street pilots ...... .....

At the other end of the highway, someone is waiting for the glory to which of them the victory fate destined who to the end believed in a dream, tearing the dust of roads and the darkness in a dream ......