Мы катать!) кто ещё?)) а вдруг.!?) |За фронт...

We skate!) Who else?)) What if.!?)

| For the front of the rains,
through the troubles of days
hypnosis of churches,
hubbub of queues
from the garbage cities to the quiet crying of the squares ...

Through the smoke of the fires
crash of disasters
barking checkpoints,
the stench of cesspools
along the grave ridges inhaling the poison of plastic flowers ...

chorus:
Spin the pedals and go!
Time holds, the horizon calls!
Yours is nothing here!
Only - the name and your bike.

Through necrosis
mud under a pile of dreams
through the dust of the wheels
into the wild light of the stars ...
The oil will be devoured by the motors, the fast train will go downhill ...

Wide latitude
flooded the rabble!
So laugh, Pierrot!
Look for a ford in the fire!
You see, patriots burn books in smiles, tearing their mouths apart?

chorus:
Spin the pedals and go!
Time holds, the horizon calls!
Yours is nothing here!
Only the wind and your bike.

chorus:
Spin the pedals and go!
Time holds, the horizon calls!
Yours is nothing here!
Only - the name
only - the sky,
only - the wind
and your bike |