Lyrics Морской Бриз - Влажная профессия

Wet profession

Capabit 1:

I am getting to my fingers
I am filled with passion
Already rushed the wrist
Already ready for happiness

I look at this poster
Hot as a toaster
Yes, baby, I'm your godmother
Raised the bridge for the guest
He got up, yes, I was able to achieve
So he is bistal when I start up like a Muscovite,
I take off the handbrake and release gradually
Clutch. You are right, to be my bitch fucking.

And who would not be happy?
When I am at ease, I shine like a carat
They know who the plebeians are and who is the aristocrat
They will open their mouths seeing my device

Like a real man, I squeeze a fist tightly,
I rotate the helm slowly, because I'm not a fool
Babam does not understand the pleasure of men's ...
Yes, I am a trucker from God.

BRIDGE:

The vibration of the machine gives a crazy buzz
Turning rotations are repeated again
The arrows on the clock turn back
I love my profession I'm not going to change anything

CHORUS:

First gear, then the second
I increase speed and as if flying away
No one understands, but my work is important
Another movement - and injection! The pen became wet

First gear, then the second
I increase speed and as if flying away
No one understands, but my work is important
Another movement - and injection! The pen became wet

Trudely 2:
Bloverian gloves of leather levers
Already in hand. I look into the distance there it is dark
It is allowed to herd
I squeeze the gas all one
And interrupting the silence, I rush to the white shore

To hell. Glamorous fairy tales of golden youth
And their satisfied faces (hey)
Spears of Selffinostsev ... with a seal of installer
Let them pierce their skin and strangle the chokes

They do not understand the movement of the universe
How pistons pushing my precious car
Try not to overdo it,
The main attentiveness
Do not throw a clutch so as not to lose goodwill
My profession was given to me by the Lord God
My life credo is to deliver the goods on time
I have responsibility for the lives of all and everything
I am like a miracle in the flesh, I live around the world.

CHORUS:

First gear, then the second
I increase speed and as if flying away
No one understands, but my work is important
Another movement - and injection! The pen became wet
First gear, then the second
I increase speed and as if flying away
No one understands, but my work is important
Another movement - and injection! The pen became wet