Текст песни Трофим - И помчит по ухабам по русским

Thread highways
Miles of fate tangled axle.
The route winds as life,
Milestones, yes flicker bands.
In close cockpit smoke mahorochki,
Diesel swears in tihomolochku
And so on through the valleys prigorochka
Roll container ...

The brakes will not give up on the descent,
To lift the engine does not stall
And rush on potholes on Russian
Long, the driver drove.

Along roadsides
Russ woods, fields, villages poverty
Tea, cakes, and love
For four rubles buy that feels like
I drove counter will flash lights,
Know ahead of DPS with radars
And goodbye showering solarium,
Perish in the midnight shadows.

The brakes will not give up on the descent,
To lift the engine does not stall
And rush on potholes on Russian
Long, the driver drove.

Home stay family
And without my wife still can not fall asleep,
He walks into the kitchen to smoke
And firmly to himself, that separation will take place
Daughter snorting with teddy bear,
Today it without me obedient.
Knows that I'll bring her toys,
So in a way you're lucky!

The brakes will not give up on the descent,
To lift the engine does not stall
And rush on potholes on Russian
Long, the driver drove

Drove Drove chauffeur chauffeur.
Drove Drove chauffeur chauffeur.