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Here are the kings of roads! Here are the kings of fate!

Break other people's lives, other people's dreams. (2 p)

Road bowling is now developing.

People, like real kegs, quickly get down.

And the culprit of the blow, as always, do not rump

He sits in the cabin, and his eyes sleep tightly.

Sleeping and empty bottles in the legs,

With a cigarette compressed and smoldering in his teeth.

The kings are pancakes dear! Kings of fate!

They break other people's lives, other people's dreams.

Not aid, do not understand, you need to press the brake.

Like a dream, everything in smoke is not real to him.

Sweeted, turned and shouted "did not want to"

Here is a blow, here again, to burn on the pedal late

And people in cripples, in court cells, fear and insomnia, a hospital room. And people in cripples, in court cells, others without strength in raw graves. (2p)

You cannot relax under the green mark,

You are hiding yourself behind a neighboring neighbor.

Cut off your life from a sudden carelessness

Leaving relatives, flying away not ready for eternity.

Signed in the death agreement with tires from the wheels

And a seal for fidelity to stop you demolished

The kings are pancakes dear! Kings of fate!

They break other people's lives, other people's dreams.

Not aid, do not understand, you need to press the brake.

Like a dream, everything in smoke is not real to him.

Sweeted, turned and shouted "did not want to"

Here is a blow, here again, to reap on the pedal late.

And people in cripples, in court cells, fear and insomnia, a hospital room. And people in cripples, in court cells, others without strength in raw graves.