Александр Калистратов - Мотовоз
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There is a lot of sun and heat here
Around one dry steppe
Cities are dreaming here at night
Home from work in the evening
Fatigue with weight in temples
Yesterday quarreled with my wife
Something is not in the frets with the authorities

And in the morning a motorcycle is again
We are lucky for the knock of wheels
Black Earth
We cook ships into space ...

Let them say loud words
And I believe them how to be
After all, since do not believe then
Why live in this world
Here is the Noev that ark
Gathered from all over Russia
Dreaming white snow here at night
And cities where they were born

And in the morning a motorcycle is again
We are lucky for the knock of wheels
Black Earth
We cook ships into space ..

We will be recognized by tanning
On that native large land
And you meet your mother
Once a year and can be in a dream
And in forty -five already the limit ...
There may be fifty
You sat hard
Friends at the meeting say

But in the morning a motorcycle is again
we are lucky for the knock of wheels
Black Earth
We cook ships into space

Here the climate is only for men
Native mirror everything is lying
Let more wrinkles on the face
I don't see them everything will pass
The son has graduation again
Where to go no problems
Once you wanted, come on me
Go an expensive trace in the next

And in the morning a motorcycle is again
You will be lucky under the knock of wheels
Black Earth
Let the ships into space