Текст песни С.Тимошенко - Водителям

next and muses. S. Timoshenko, Omsk

Dm
Like a gray loop
Through the frozen fields
                                                                        Gm
Roads the thread, wagging, rolls in a ball
A7
The asphalt crunches under the tires
Gray dust of broken plates
                                                                        Dm
In the cool air rises a pillar

Here is a dotted line, there is a solid
White stripe marking
On the track draws the direction of the path
Her signal posts
Like milestones of the driver's fate
You have to go through them in the darkness of the night

Gm c
On glass
                                                           F
Sun flare fell from gloomy gray clouds
Gm a7
And warm
                                                                        Dm
This blindingly bright ray brought me
Fresh and clean
Outside my window, the spring breeze
His whistle
Brings me I'm not alone

(go to Em)
 
I will never understand those
Who doesn't care about the rules,
Who rushes towards death in the rain and ice
More dead than bullets
Those who have drunk driving,
Naively thinking that maybe lucky

I see a black cross on the right
We have so many places
Where the path of the soul led to heaven
The one who is here for the last time
Pressed on the brake or gas
Now dew glistens with tears on flowers
 
There their way
Cut off where the wreaths now lie
Remember
Do not forget them in Russian, men
And to all of you
I wish God always kept
And to the houses
                                                     Em C7 #
Brought you alive from trips

(losing and repeating the second part of the chorus)