Текст песни NazarBand - Автостоп

there is no zebra
and no traffic lights
but only a kilometer after kilometer asphalt
here we go a couple of Tamara
Rastaman we Tamara

we stomped on the highway
Mara in the mud
hello, hello
mountains, seas, forests
but you can see the day idle
the track was empty
we have not caught anybody no matter how hard you try
We had nothing to eat
there was nowhere to sit
so as not to spoil the gins
in a shroud of silence
car sounds
we raised hands
but it had glitches
Here's a height of
a couple of sleepless nights
you draw, I'm nobody
instead of grass beds
instead of a shower stream
We were arguing for a long time
singing love quarrel
from the will, we
nothing that we
nedorozhem beat feet
knees cripple
back then backpack three
shoulders treat
finger tap
from night to night darbuchim
knock knock knock
overclock clouds
to come out of the sun's rays
Regional banal reggae
to come out of the sun's rays
Regional banal reggae
Sounds Sounds
Regional banal reggae
to become better tomorrow
Regional banal reggae
clearer sharper sounds

I'm tired of walking in a circle frame hari
Write me in the section Sambo mom
on the hot asphalt we were dozing with you
and I had one friend Dalnoboy
He is a good man, and even when it is a complication
takes stopschikov gives Asker
He picked up us one night at M9
not sleepy, I had to do something
I played, we sang, he listened in silence
Then he lit a cigarette and spoke at length, chopping off the shoulder.
He said: brothers,
do not ask,
twenty
I am also waiting for applause
I was also proud
with a contented muzzle
beat records
all in stride picked chords
and we wore flares
shoes on ladle
and you know, 'brother, all the girls were our
we also stomped on the highway
Mara in the mud
hello, hello
mountains, seas, forests
but it is clear that something did not work
I have not seen Krishna
I sometimes even sing, but you know, almost inaudibly
Of course, I wanted more
than the trucker
to travel back and forth from the Urals to Poland
and it was possible to read books
get tower
and rot in some research institutes, but it is too
Yes, and what do I need these institutions
when there is music
reggae and blues
and still have the track
brothers
it force
grace
and in my window now always beautiful
Well, in brief
I do not rush to throw that started
even more so
squeeze their will in a handful of
Listen to old
Here live to forty
see here very different speed
very different joy, others the rainbow
and joy in the guitar, and berating Radio
otroesh his old record on a tape raks
but these are the times, everything was erased, these are the times
understand, nothing is forever
and even the lights on the counter
ever runs out
differently
so will every
will be the year
let's say
ten years
and that's when
one day
all as cheerful and happy
and top
You povezesh me already in his car
So go ahead, 'brother, take a guitar in a heap
play and sing, I have long heard steeper
Let this night and the rain will pass, come, heal
to come out of the sun's rays
Regional banal reggae
to come out of the sun's rays .....