Lyrics Георгий Николаенко - На Вираже

Russia is swimming under our wheels into the distance
Stretches under the suns, under the stars up
Lures an asphalt shawl for a reason
And the motor sings you hold on

There is no end to the edge
The car is like a continuation of the hands
Her soul to my soul
Cuddled up and closed the circle

White stripes
Like a guiding light from heaven
It leaves for the flight, we leave for the flight, we leave for the flight ...

How many years have us miles of roads?
Day after day dawn and sunset again
More often at night the native threshold rises
But neither turn nor hand back

There is no end to the edge
The car is like a continuation of the hands
Her soul to my soul
Cuddled up and closed the circle

Don't break it already
We're chained like chains
On the turn, on the turn,
Shackled on the turn