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... |