Текст песни Елена Казанцева - Я лечу по шоссе

I am flying on the highway,
Brakes, as always, are faulty .
One hundred deaths in the face,
Even the counter-flow thinned .
I crept into the garage
Without wings and windshield glass -
It's your crew
To miss me too late.

Expired during sleep ,
And in the morning we saw the light traffic lights ,
I am no longer alone,
Next you and your scrap.
Thank God that he was alive ,
I forgive thee shortsightedness ,
But I do not hold -
I grows wing.