Сергей Тимошенко - Водителям
текст песни

Sl. and muses. S. Tymoshenko, Omsk

DM
Like a gray loop
Through frozen fields
Gm
Road thread, wagging, rolls in a ball
A7
Asphalt crunches under the tires,
Dust of broken plates
DM
In cool air rises in a pillar

Here is a dotted line, there is a continuous
Marking with a white strip
On the track draws the direction of the path
Her signaling pillars,
Like milestones of a driver's fate
On them in the darkness of the night you have to go

Gm C.
On glass
F
Sun Hill fell from gloomy gray clouds
GM A7
And warm
DM
I was brought this blindly, bright ray
Fresh and clean
Outside of my window is the spring breeze
His whistle
It evokes to me that I am not alone

(transition to EM)

I never understand those
Who does not care about the rules
Who rushes towards death in the rain and ice
More died than from bullets
Those who drove drunk behind the wheel,
Naively thinking that maybe he is lucky

I see a black cross on the right
We have many such places
Where the route of the soul led to heaven
The one who is here for the last time
Pressed on the brake or gas
Now dews shine with tears on flowers

There is their way
Broke off where the wreaths are now lying
Remember
Do not forget them in Russian, men
And all of you
I wish God to always keep
And to the houses
Em C7#
You were alive from trips

(loss and repeat the second part of the chorus)