Текст песни Сева ШУТ - Музыка шепчущих шин

Admit that you are unwell
Among the bustle of the city
She took out a fuss, and no words
But he's your friend - a motorcycle
Give gas and - for the rotation
Towards freedom of the soul
And you let your friend sings
Music whispering tires

What is the sense of melancholy howl
Wolf on the evil moon
Let solos roaring machines
Somewhere explode silence
Skin potersheysya creak
Bandana, smile wrinkles
And fills the world
Music whispering tires

You'll find bumps and dirt
Winds and rain wall
But again on the saddle, laughing!
And in another not
Quiet rumbles Rear Axle
Heart pounding slowly
It has long been wounded brain
Music whispering tires

Farewell easily - a wave of the hand
Although every time it seriously
But that had not happened to you
We immediately come - no question!
Until then, until you take
Land us, you, brother, not one
If our angel come
That music whispering tires

When you really ill
From the bustle of the city
Take-all, no words
So here it is - your friend the bike ...