Текст песни Вадим и Валерий Мищуки - Ветровое стекло

Wake up at eight and look out the window.
Spring Or Fall - it's all the same.
Only just past , always and everywhere
In a burst of smoke rushing train.

And there is no better share of nomadic ,
The wide world in cargo shaking ,
The wind howling , fell hard,
At the windshield wet glass .

I have lived with myself, I lived all of you ,
Rushed into the fight and wept at the grave ,
And as time went on , matured and fighting ,
And threw dirt on the glass .

I wiped her sleeve in the mist
Windshield glass iskhlestannom .
I love the way learn
Leaning on the steering wheel , a lot to forget .

In a blizzard , a storm just hand podymi .
I 'll drive - free, dammit.
Free ride you swear.
But back will not come back .

Always together , happy destiny,
We do not give us peace with you.
And watching two fun and evil
Through the windshield dirty glass ...