| There were six of us in the car that day
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| I, as always, sat in the back seat in the center
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| Between the front seats with a cigarette I looked at the road,
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| And there the markings go under the bumper, by God I didn’t know
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| It takes a little to take your foot off the pedal,
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| But these moments are not enough to...
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| Guys, let's turn on the far
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| I beg you (secretly)
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| We are not on the main
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| So with us there is no truth
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| So we need to yield to everyone who rides on the right
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| Guys, there is so little before leaving the highway
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| Be patient, for now let's turn on the distant
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| It's too early for me to go on a date with the angels
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| I have so much to do, believe it or not?
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| So you have to endure for so long, are you going, no?
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| Red? |
| Perfectly. |
| Let's cool the oil
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| And let's blow off steam in front of a dangerous section of the track
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| Fate gave us a break. |
| So what's the... Where is your mind?
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| Is it clear again in tasks? |
| Then let's put on the brakes! |
| Right now, I said! |
| I need clarity
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| The verse says the fable: Not knowing the ford, do not go into the water
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| What's around the corner along the way
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| Out of the visible field
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| "Who knows?!" |
| - flies off the lips involuntarily. |
| Have you seen the signs?
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| What did they say? |
| - Slippery, in some places stones,
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| And we are tired. |
| Where were we driving? |
| Where did we rush?
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| Let's turn on the lights guys
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| There is no truth with us, we are playing on the ball !!!
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| Life is skids, here you will not stand in the growth of a greyhound
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| Sometimes you have to crawl and crawl
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| Nose to the ground - slowly
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| And therefore slow down: speed is not the right thing
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| Mortal, she fades here, because there are no first
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| There are those who risk everything for the opinion of some
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| Do not remake them, poor, ridiculous
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| Inept suicide bombers
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| Runaway hostages of pace
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| Silly brothers of the wind
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| Without brakes and flutter
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| I don't want to go to hell with them
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| I will stay here
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| In the shade of a roadside cedar. |
| Drop off...
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| Don't torture your heart
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| ... here is the river,
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| Come on stop
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| Gradually: from fifth to first
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| I'm not going further
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| True, I know
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| The secret where the troubles hover probably
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| The time has not come for me
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| Already arrived... |