Текст песни Андрей Федосеев - 3. Открываю зонт

It was already getting dark when I arrived in Hop
The inscription anticipated entry to the town
"Not a single death since forty-six
And not a single "

The old car creaked tightly
Junk has been crying for a long time
But nothing will happen to him.
We are like traveling

This is a homemade convertible.
Hitting a shovel and there is no roof
But I did not take into account that in this area
Rain and snow happen

And on the road rain covered me
Causing laughter from oncoming drove
I opened an umbrella in a cabriolet
I shouted "krasi rashan", and thought "here's a moron"

And what if the convertible fills with water?
Feet got wet, now head
Damn there with legs, it seems, they can not be saved
Up to High Hop two more days of the way
I open the umbrella

Then the rain stopped and I closed the umbrella
The road ran beyond the horizon
Stars moved, dawn was born
And all is well, but here

The speed dropped to almost zero
I was driving slower than walking in the park
Arrow said no gasoline
There is no him nihu ... ahem .. well yes "

And what if the gig is empty tank?
The umbrella turns into a sail
And the right tack finally go perfectly
Up to High Hop even more than a day
I open the umbrella

It was already getting dark when I arrived in Hop
The inscription anticipated entry to the town
"Not a single death since forty-six
And not a single "

The old car creaked tightly
Junk has been crying for a long time
But nothing will happen to him.
We are like traveling

Hop it so, transit point
And I will leave him closer in the morning
And let the car for a long time my junk crying
Until Next Hop eight more days
I open the umbrella
I open the umbrella