Георгий Николаенко - На Вираже
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Russia floats under our wheels into the distance
Stretches under the sun, under the stars upward
Links asphalt shawl for a reason
And the motor sings you hold on

The end and the edge is not a highway
The car is like continuing the hands
Her soul to my soul
Circle clicked and closed

White lane markings
Like guiding light from heaven
He goes on a flight, go on a flight, go on a flight ...

How many years to wash off the kilometers of roads
Day after day dawn and again sunset
More often at night there is a native threshold
But neither turn nor hand back

The end and the edge is not a highway
The car is like continuing the hands
Her soul to my soul
Circle clicked and closed

Do not break it already
We are like chains
On the turn, on the turn,
Constrained on the turn