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Half empty highway
And the lights don't light
Small towns
In the rearview mirror
Got out of Moscow
Just no fuss
Nerves are strong
I took everything I needed
And everything you needed was in the back
Seat in leather bag
Wrapped in polyethylene
This makes my gums go numb
I'm going faster
To the southern borders
Through the Astrakhan steppe
The wind tousled my hair
Crossed the extreme pass
Life time is similar
Smoldering whitefish
And such people will not be found in the red book



Fog is creeping in
Trunk mountain of dough
And there
I press my foot on the pedal
Without further
Not far from here
They would have seen
I know this route well
The desert has gone
The storm swept away the sand
Began to make plans
What am I going to do?
I will cross the border into the Caspian Sea
Or like a prince on the carpet
So as not to climb the mountain
The poppy grows there; they don't like people talking nonsense.
And there is no escape from the heat, a real hell
A glass full of unknown substance
The cottage is as high as I expected
I am greeted as royally as usual
There were a couple of good reasons for this
Just relaxed my throat
Squeezed by the blade and people in uniform
High fence climbed over