Текст песни Каталог - Автомобиль

For a long time I wondered when my finest hour strikes
And he struck
In this hour of my most-most finest hour
It was bought by a car
I confess that the idea of ​​this attitude I
Without passion, without a soul
We see too often the case confronted me
With slaves vehicles

As often happens in life
Come on, we out of breath
White light doghouse
Where then to understand that the pursuit of happiness
Helped in part to the car

Here is my new house, this house is always with me
What he is small, it does not matter
Night or day, winter, spring and summer
Since it is me, always with me
I thought it would be a hindrance at all
But it turned out the other way around (- on the contrary!)
It can be seen, the matter is not in it, but the fact
Where is he taking me

As often happens in life
Come on, we out of breath
White light doghouse
Where then to understand that the pursuit of happiness
Helped in part to the car.