Текст песни Гул мотора - Рокер молодой

Am Dm
The noise of the engine ripped night's rest,
G C
On the way racing rocker young
F Dm
Black paint decked his helmet
E Am
This guy, he was known everywhere and to everyone.

It is up to the entrance, every evening approached,
The girl he met under the maple
And they rode the night until the morning
Each well was it for him.

One day he saw her with another
The girl at an entrance that was with him.
And under the maple & quot; Volga & quot; Black is
Devchenka And it does not look much.

That TEENS he did not say a word
And I turned around and hit the gas to the mat
Flashed the lights on the sides
In that way he did not hit the brakes

In that way a monument to him
And the girl often goes to him in the evening.
& quot; I'm sorry, my dear. I have sinned against you & quot ;,
And the tears pouring out of her brown eyes river.

The roar of the motor does not break the night's rest
On the way, not rushing a young rocker.
At the cross hanging worn germoshlem,
After all, this guy, he was known everywhere and to everyone.