Lyrics Крестная Семья - Дорога

Wheels spin, rubber rubs
Wheels spin, rubber rubs

Step by step, the roads are trampled down
The travelers of the soul pray
If you can, let me have a word for it there
I hope on the side of the truth I stand
A stone's throw from tomorrow
The new steps of life by storm take
Forces collect for the next breakthrough
The travelers of the soul pray
The roads of life are trampled down
There are people faces hard to forget
I do not want to be Bonal
I'm just a guy from the street
In words I do not like to be confused
I know that you can also get ahold of silence
Without further ado, I do not know what I'm ready for
I know what I'm on
The theme will be burned - I'll blow up the brother

Wheels spin, rubber rubs
Roads distant lead there,
Where do we get it?
Wheels spin, rubber rubs
Roads distant lead there,
Where do we get it?

Expensive, time runs away in a distance, little by little
The theme continues on the waves of the track
Auto shakes, then up, then down
Do not scare the boys my fate any whim
Thought, sad thoughts away
To the heart do not hang over the shoulders
It's good not to carry
I feel and us brother
Should soon be lucky for a large
But will everyone be a shito who knows
Fate will carry seeds from the chaff
Through a sieve sieve
Do not worry, we'll do it at home
I know, my brothers mean by years
Speed ​​in business on the road faithful friend
For peace of mind, bro
Will put the songs of Misha Krug
One way, days measuring for days
We walk together, losing friends on the way
But iron sharpens iron, and hand wipes hand
So my brothers, I hope that my backs will cover
We will live, what was not forgotten
A dream burns by the wind
The anguish of dirt from the wheels flies off
Kilometers on a speedometer in a continuous line
Expensive, the road runs away in a distance little by little
Drive sadness to the brothers with wheels, give sadness
The road runs away into the distance
From the edge of the sky to the other end
You have not been there yet, you'll get nonsense.
We'll all be there, the first beam warms us
With him, luck breaks out to us from behind the clouds
The problems will end, let's
Time will heal the wounds of your brother's heart.
Wheelbarrows rustle with rubber, the road ahead is long
The theme is sincere, it drives the melancholy of beer
Let me take my brother's bread, like this, all my life by the road
Who on foot, who with the Volga, wheels rustle with rubber
The road ahead is stuck in the distance to the blue, the distance is blue, the distance is blue

Wheels spin, rubber rubs
Roads distant lead there,
Where do we get it?
Wheels spin, rubber rubs
Roads distant lead there,
Where do we get it?
Wheels spin, rubber rubs
Roads distant lead there,
Where do we get it?