пороксердца - Выжигаю
текст песни

I don't bury dreams
Even under fresh soil
My jeans are two years old
I'm driving along the highway, it skids
There is no penalty for me
I'm the cleanest for the cops
I wash my wheels by drifting
It's horse speed
I trust the hardware
Dressing, whitefish and coffee
Gave cash for traffic
Hold my vacation
Sale - weekly plan
You can’t make money from the product
I'm at kilometer 7
Ural Mountains
Then along the ring of Russia
Look at the heavens
And even under fresh soil
Bright blue eyes
I'm burning out the weekend
Book my seats
Passing across the Volga River
From the north to Moscow time
Then along the ring of Russia
Look at the heavens
And even under fresh soil
Bright blue eyes
I'm burning out the weekend
Book my seats
Passing across the Volga River
From the north to Moscow time
Every kid wants zeros on his account
Call your family and say: “I was able to accomplish this”
Father, give me your hand and I will give you the keys
A gold card for mom, new boilers for brother
I did it for the family
There are QR codes on the case
If I suddenly disappear, they know where to find me
My secrets will go with me
We are men, that's how we should
All these fakes are said, but they don’t know how to implement them
I was driven by instinct
The press squeezed my chest
The pain stays inside
Like a stone falling into the depths
They call me brother
I won't call them friends
We're going further than we can see
Around the country in a ring
Then along the ring of Russia
Look at the heavens
And even under fresh soil
Bright blue eyes
I'm burning out the weekend
Book my seats
Passing across the Volga River
From the north to Moscow time
Then along the ring of Russia
Look at the heavens
And even under fresh soil
Bright blue eyes
I'm burning out the weekend
Book my seats
Passing across the Volga River
From the north to Moscow time