Текст песни Керамика - Заправа

Sitting on wheels, under the feet of the pedal
And my breeze rushes to sunny distances.
The player plays reggae, food on the road,
It’s very strange that my legs weren’t even tired.

I ride with my back to the sunset, and facing the dawn
And at the end of the tunnel I see a flash of light.
Dazzling effect, stronger than the pedal
The moment of truth has come ... here and the solar gave ...

I'm driving in Jamaica, I'm on a rampage & # 33;
Sun light reflected in glasses,
Joint smolders right before our eyes ...

I wake up in the morning, brush my teeth,
I will look through the window at the city of Mytishchi.
Cool was a dream, again broke off,
But somewhere, after all, there are these solar distances.

I rode in Jamaica on a rampage & # 33;
Sun light reflected in glasses,
Joint smolders right before our eyes.
I rode in Jamaica on a rampage & # 33;
Sun light reflected in glasses,
Joint smolders right before our eyes ...

Words and Music - Vladimir Kolpakov