Текст песни WeCoolYes - Гонщик

Men sit down, in the cars springs, springs
Fall into the armchairs, slammed the door
Hands on the steering wheel, feet on the pedals
This is a rally

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
Speed ​​of hundreds of kilometers, rushing to hear the voice of the wind
Harness gasoline canisters to adrenaline

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
On the wheels of Mitsubishi, that runs faster than a trot
The adrenaline is already in the blood, the wind howling, the rev

Mercedes Benz, Bentley, cars
Who all the time loved the rich
Buy, give, travel around the world
Or simply millions lied kao
But there are people for whom I am proud
For them speed is more important than comfort
Devil, the devil, the road lord
Master of Sports

The rider needs a road strictly
A wheelbarrow, lots of money, speed instead of aashi
For his sick soul, pedal to the floor until it stops
To not even notice the mirages of the surrounding landscapes
This is a life that not everyone chooses
The thirst for speed can not forgive one day
The risk of dying is great, the rally is not a women's sport
Racers risk to wash themselves with champagne

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
Speed ​​of hundreds of kilometers, rushing to hear the voice of the wind
Harness gasoline canisters to adrenaline

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
On the wheels of Mitsubishi, that runs faster than a trot
The adrenaline is already in the blood, the wind howling, the rev

Race is their job, the salon is the office for the pilot
It is necessary to overtake someone, they get fame afterwards
In the cockpit the steering wheel, the main roller
Like a DJ on the dance floor
Boundless, black canvas paths
Auto on it as a stain
While the spindle wheels rotate
From the face of the highway it will not be erased
Win grand prix, set records
Under the motive of the ride, pick the chords
Auto is Boeing, they are pilots
Flightless birds flight lords
Start of the mth m of the holes, the roar of the motors
The arrow of the speedometer froze somewhere
About two hundred kilometers per hour
Turning bindings barely notice the eye

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
Speed ​​of hundreds of kilometers, rushing to hear the voice of the wind
Harness gasoline canisters to adrenaline

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
On the wheels of Mitsubishi, that runs faster than a trot
The adrenaline is already in the blood, the wind howling, the rev

Engines of hundreds of horsepower
The herd of horses, the mechanic under the hood held
Upgrade machines do not have a side-altar
Tuning for a racer is a favorite thing
The steel horse gallops galloping
On the palm lever, switches gears
Makes a Lexus on the outer radius
Mazda next sees his rear bumper
Focus, circling the audience, fakir
The pilot from the race makes a circus
Overtakes Renault as a rocket enema
The rocket is Mitsubisi Karizma
Only Subaru Impreza is ahead
How does the pillar go round this pile of iron
On the track is empty, behind the competitors
Slightly left until the finish tape

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
Speed ​​of hundreds of kilometers, rushing to hear the voice of the wind
Harness gasoline canisters to adrenaline

Real men, like women and cars
On the asphalt washing tires, trails mantaya webs
On the wheels of Mitsubishi, that runs faster than a trot
The adrenaline is already in the blood, the wind howling, the rev

Put, on the trunk spoiler, to show who the leader is
Who is the first on the list, the alloy wheels shine on the rims
Racer squeezes on gas, introduces the audience into ecstasy
Introduces the audience into ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy

Road, cars, speed thet all the need.
Virmen win the race car.

Road, cars, speed thet all the need.
Virmen win the race car.