V - Из него чоппер я собрал - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On heavy, on wheels, hanging out at night, violating the silence of the areas of quiet streets through the smoke puffs of smell of gasoline fly past through puffs of smoke of the boys of the capital, the bikers are ordinary and they always have a decent, they have excellent chorims: for a week up to the seventh, they plunged it in a week Komarovo five Harleys, one chopper, let Vasya-Oper seek them for a week up to the seventh for the seventh Komarovo five Harleys and the Urals from it chopper I gathered cutting the streets of his stupefied rubber in Komarovo near the store Two cans of fresh spill beer, two cans of local spills and district opera operas and district opera operas The eight statements will not die from boredom, the complaints are written in his hands, they breathe unevenly breathing unevenly, they breathe a chorus: five Harleys in Komarovo for a week until the seventh, let the Vasya-Opera for a week for the seventh have been looking for them in Komarovo. Kharleev and the Urals from it chopper I gathered dissecting the void of district quiet streets on Harleys in the night city, hanging through the smoke puffs of Benz smoke Infall past, through puffs of smoke of the boys, the capital's boys, the bikers are ordinary and they have cash are always decent because they have excellent personal affairs

Chorus: (2 times) for a week up to the seventh, five Harleys were struck in Komarovo, let Vasya-Oper seek them for a week up to the seventh in Komarovo five Harleys and the Urals from it I collected the Chopper I gathered