Текст песни
Alarm system, door, engine starts to roar,
Seatbelt, mirrors, full throttle for sure.
And once again the road, the road, the road appears,
Three forty-three is now on the gears.
Behind the wheel, I race across the land,
The horizon’s something I can’t understand.
The wind’s noise and the engine’s roar,
Adrenaline screams: “Stay alert, no more!”
Caucasus mountains, deep Lake Baikal’s sight,
Taiga and steppes, bridges in the night.
And my life’s like a long-running TV show,
I can make my dreams come true, you know.
In every city as I pass through,
I meet so many different people too.
But home is waiting for me, calling near:
“Come back, beloved, hurry, dear!”
Behind the wheel, I race across the land,
The horizon’s something I can’t understand.
The wind’s noise and the engine’s roar,
Adrenaline screams: “Stay alert, no more!”
