Текст песни Иван Панфилов - К морю

We're going on the littoral ,
Smoke from the chimney -burning gasoline
Joy and sorrow
Drink from the bottle of gin bottles Ussuri .
Concerned only with the speed
Become familiar bells game
Stayed home drizzle
And here is the usual heat.

Blinding sun sunset
There is no need to press on the brakes .

Our way lies to the north
Broken mirror to the east
Seventh drawing wind
Flapping Butterfly on the glass.
And along the roadside traffic police posts
Remove the penalty for exceeding it .

With doverkoy all right
In the trunk dusts emergency sign
Let the path is not so smooth
But lacking a full tank of fuel
And the radio at full volume shouts
About how good broadcast " Bricks "