Текст песни Неизвестен - 5 харлеев 1чоппер

On heavy, on wheels at night tusuyas
Breaking the silence of quiet streets
Through the smoke smoke puffs of gasoline
Fly past through the clouds of smoke
Baku boys, ordinary bikers
And they have a cash press always decent
Because their personal affairs are excellent

Chorus:
For a week until the seventh
We drove in Komarovo
Five Harlequins, One Chopper
Let them look for Vasya-opera
For a week until the seventh
Touched in Komarovo
Five Harleys and the Urals
From him I collected the chopper

Clearing the streets with spiked rubber
Touched in Komarovo near the store
Two cans of freshly spilled beer
Two cans of local bottled beer
And the regional opera will not die of boredom
Eight statements fell into his hands
Complaints all write, they breathe unevenly to us
Barely breathe, breathe

Chorus:
For a week until the seventh
We drove in Komarovo
Five Harlequins, One Chopper
Let them look for Vasya-opera
For a week until the seventh
Touched in Komarovo
Five Harleys and the Urals
From him I collected the chopper

Dissecting the emptiness of district quiet streets
Harleyah in the night city hanging out
Through the smoke smoke puffs of gasoline
Flew by, through the puffs of smoke
Baku boys, ordinary bikers
And they have a cash press always decent
Because their personal affairs are excellent

Refrain: (2 times)
For a week until the seventh
We drove in Komarovo
Five Harlequins, One Chopper
Let them look for Vasya-opera
For a week until the seventh
Touched in Komarovo
Five Harleys and the Urals
From him I collected the chopper