Текст песни Люмен - Гонка

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In a cruel race cars crumple like canned food:
Who will be the best, who will be the first?
We are in such a hurry that sixty is no longer speed,
And that means someone’s death is now just news.

Only fired up yellow - already creaking tires.
I can not imagine life without gasoline.
But no matter how I raced, wherever I drove,
I'm still somewhere very late.

I know for sure that I will not be the best
After all, somewhere sweeter, greener and thicker.
The neighbor lives richer and richer
I am next to him a complete failure.

But if you push hard and try,
I'll catch up - we will be able to contend.
Plow without sleep, without respite, without lunch
Wait, wait, wait! Where am I going?

I was tortured by the idea:
Where am I going? Who am I and where am I?
I got up in the middle and the emergency light flashed,
I need to start everything differently and first!

I was tortured by the idea:
Where am I going? Who am I and where am I?
I got up in the middle and the emergency light flashed,
I need to start everything differently and first!

Otherwise, and first!

Otherwise, and first!