We received the goods and head for home .
From Moscow to St. Petersburg drive seven.
The capital behind, we are on the main road .
Used & quot; & quot ;, Ford like a wounded bull goes.
Old rattle motor vehicles and fly by.
The air is discharged, behind the dance of dust.
Wheels hasten to the realm of white nights .
Free flight to Aurora calls .
We drive on the highway , according to a magical river.
Di smoke hashish , a bottle of beer in his hand .
James Brown tune filled the cabin.
Old street funk , rhythmic avalanche
Enters the inside , around the corner to the north.
For a moment, good luck , we reverse.
The road ...
From beginning to end calls to the home doorstep.
Road , road, road , road.
See you at the Neve little time left .
About a hundred miles gives old & quot; & quot ;, Ford
Dangerous, but today we are lucky lucky.
And just trees waving leaves us.
And just an old wheelbarrow pleased with herself .
The sun sets over the horizon .
Hear the words of the Beastie Boys * So what u want? *
Unbuttoned belts, we turn the lights .
Someone check on - the wayside municipalities .
Undetermined markets .
As a note , fly thoughts in tune guitar.
We do not want problems, we do not want to fire,
We do not want to die because of the unlived dreams.
We firmly believe we are sure which way to go ,
Live music on , that we can see, writing .
If you drink , then the drink if breathe - breathe.
Traitor - nit yes hear our voice .
Information sign , we drive to St. Petersburg .
Bright as day , meets the north wind .
Five minutes later, we will exchange the product for the money
Take a look at the Neva River and heading to the bar
Walking up in the morning , wash our good fortune ,
Even if the White City will sleep soundly .
Time fades away as the fire at times,
But nothing will stop the way home .
The road ...
From beginning to end calls to the home doorstep.
Road , road, road , road.
See you at the Neve little time left .
