traffic jams, construction, metropolis is choking,
something sickening, ulechu in the morning.
later, nevertheless, for some reason again
she makes me come back.
and a and a Moscow!
return me ...
and a and a Moscow!
Moscow!
it's cold here, it's expensive, I want to leave too often
out of the city for no reason, baby, come on tell yang yani
see you soon, see you soon, without thinking too long, I took a ticket
one way, drove into the head that I had to start with a new one.
on every street soldier out, I guess I'll hit the gas in the floor,
roads in holes, the car cracks like a train traveling 100 per hour.
I'll die in this traffic jam, madhouse, I am again too late, well, everything,
I'm angry like wolves just a little, I should drink a stack - bourbon.
here on the right, on the left, behind, everywhere - the dirt, I smeared the new kelvin klein,
someone is scorching us all the time, these people are always destroying the buzz.
sometimes I need to be as far away as possible from the field of view
how many hundreds of times I told myself I would not go back (do not return back)!
