Текст песни м-Respect - всем моим друзьям,проходящим водительские курсы

Snow white snow storm swept
Long Way Home.
In this jam somehow you found me
And I dragged all the way to me.
On asphalt, snow rolled forward -
Do not flirt to me and to love.
Whoever back, he always to blame
Push the brake quickly.

Again bumper pieces - sorry to scream.
Beats offense whiskey - has broken Bibika.
We are longingly shout: & quot; Hand over driving, Vic! & Quot;

Where have you got the right?
Who taught you to drive?
And we have faced, and stood Moscow,
And hoots and cries foul language.
I know: Vic - your name!
Behind the wheel you have exactly a month, baby.
In the radio group & quot; Roots & quot; sings.
For me the word you are unlikely to forgive.

Again bumper pieces - sorry to scream.
Beats offense whiskey - has broken Bibika.
We are longingly shout: & quot; Hand over driving, Vic! & Quot;