Текст песни Байкерские песни - Прыгай в коляску

The friction of the wind, fly to the shop
Seventy-six I pull gasoline.
Fifth stuck, went nag,
One hundred and fifty is not a transfer.

Right in front of the closed gates,
So the fate of the pilots takes.
Gypsum bent, crutches will bend,
But Chkalov bravely hang on his chest.

   Jump into the carriage !!!!
   if you can hear me.
   Jump into the carriage !!!!
   Maybe you're still breathing.
   If you're still alive?
   You'll be my hero.

The friction of the wind, a good universal joint.
Chkalov nods go to ram.
The handle has added half a turn,
And one hundred and ninety - flying starship.

Give way, do not the cops,
And these concrete pillars.
Four seconds before the traffic police booth,
A dad yelling, catapult press.

   Jump into the carriage !!!!
   if you can hear me.
   Jump into the carriage !!!
   Maybe you're still breathing.
   If you're still alive?
   You'll be my hero.