Hey, Rastabayk - two wheels
Two wheels and one band .
Wind in your face , sometimes in the back,
Do not stop , take care of the rubber.
One, two ! Rastabayk !
One, two ! Rastabayk !
When the trees were large,
We were not thinner and wider.
Just ride on the carousel ,
Years passed by and large hooked .
One, two ! Rastabayk ! One, two ! Rastabayk !
And we are not sad , then a matter of taste ,
When such Tusa - there are a lot of pluses .
One, two ! Rastabayk !
Went , spinning , turning, stopping ,
Nobody shipped, nobody strained ...
Pedaled , drove away ,
Tralee wali at rest , eh , Val ...
Oh , Val ! Rastabayk ! Oh , Val ! Rastabayk !
Hey, Rastabayk - two wheels
This is by no highway and no trail .
This way , it is expensive
This is yours, mine , his, her native.
Ee -ee ... went ! Went ... ee -ee !
Ee -ee ... went ! Went ... ee -ee !