Текст песни Пурген - Гонки - моя жизнь

I sit in the car
And I am looking for some motor
From black tire pattern will remain
Motor five liters - you do not bullshit
The shell - which is necessary - from sleep stritreyserskogo
Fumes rubber and autumn grass
Because a lot of forward flow of sparks and fire
I tear up I moan for a few seconds
With the machine, select your mad murshrut

Here, here, here's a car in the way calls, waiting ...
Many drive
Gas, gas, gas from the scroll wheel, I tear away
I always want to speed chase
My brain works in the mode of 205
Around all quickly blurred, creating a corridor
And your best running my rabid motor

And in my life I nesus loose
And flies many colorful worlds
Progress, development - the foundation of all foundations
Because many columns drayvovyh bass
Very difficult to repair the car on the move
To change the details in a number of high-speed
Did not stop the whirlpool
Everything accelerates my speed flight

I want to be a rocket
I want to drive fast
I have a motor secret
I must to be the first