Lyrics Максим Крижевский - Ехала машина

The car drove in a dark forest
I rode in a hurry to visit the demons
For what such a sharp
For troubled interest

We all smiled at her like children
But what kind of children if we don't shine
Our light is not at all noticeable
From the longing of green marks

And threw themselves together under the wheels
We climbed into the back of her without asking
On angry questions
They just wanted to fly

And they flew as far away
And the car was not given a word
Almost fought for the pedals
The steering wheel is so completely rubbed

And the wheels rolled into the field
We rubbed our foreheads and frowned in pain
We are without wheels, but we have plenty
We swooped over the ground
We made fun of the earth
We have outraged the earth