Текст песни Рок-Синдром - Рожденный Свободным

His birth name was son of a bitch
He loved only the roar of the machines
The house where he was born as a prison
The road was the homeland
Road Heaven and Hell and God
I did not know the shackles, did not know castles
When grown up, I gained strength
I sent out the world.
No brakes lifted the dust of the roads
Sirens wail could not catch up with him
Forward flying under the wind howl
His ears rang the night scope.
Iron Fist for enemies
Friends are always ready to help
His motorcycle he did so
To everyone saw - riding a tank.
Chorus:
Where the skies have grown together with the land,
He was rejected, he was a stranger.
He was a rebellious spirit of its
Dangerous was there.
The death of someone brought pokoy-
He was condemned to an eternal battle.
The road between heaven and earth itself
He chose himself.