Текст песни Песни под гитару - Рокер молодой

The roar of the motor ripped night's rest,
On the way racing rocker young.
Black paint decked germoshlem,
After all, this guy ... he knew all and everything

As usual, he drove up to the entrance,
He took girlfriend and rolled through the city.
They skated with the whole night until the morning,
And all the more beautiful for it was she.

But then, one day, the evening came quickly
And this guy drove up to her porch.
And Maple & quot; Volvo & quot; Black is
Both Devchenka it really does not look.

But the boy did not mean she showed
He sat down on the way to Java and pressed the gas ...
Kilometrazhny, flashed lights
In turn, he did not have time to slow down

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.