Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Step by step, the roads are trampled
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Travelers souls pray
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If possible, let them say a word for me
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I hope I stand on the side of the truth
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Two steps away from tomorrow
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New steps in life have to be taken by storm
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Collecting strength for the next breakthrough
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Travelers souls pray
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The roads of life are trampled
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There are people's faces hard to forget
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I don't want to be bonny
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I'm just a guy from the street
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I don't like to get confused in words
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I know that you can get rich with silence
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Without further ado, I don't know what I'm ready for
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I know what I'm going for
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The topic will burn out - I'll blow up the lads with a buzz
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Long distance roads lead there
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Where we succeed
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Long distance roads lead there
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Where we succeed
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On the road, the path runs away into the distance, little by little
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The theme continues on the waves of the track
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Auto shakes, then up, then down
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My boys are not afraid of any whim of fate
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Thought, sad thoughts away
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So that the heart does not hang as a load behind the shoulders
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It's good not to carry
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I feel for us brother
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Should soon get lucky,
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But will everything be covered, who knows
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Fate will blow the seeds from the tares
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Through a sieve
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Do not be sad, we will do the job and go home
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I know my bros understand beyond their years
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Speed in business on the road is a true friend
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For peace of mind bro
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Will put songs of Misha Krug
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One way, days measuring by hours
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We walk together, losing friends along the way,
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But iron sharpens iron, and the hand washes the hand
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So my brothers, I hope that my rear will cover
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We will be alive, we will not forget what was
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The dream burns with the wind
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The longing of dirt flies off the wheels
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Kilometers per speedometer wind in a continuous line
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On the road, the path runs away into the distance, little by little time
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Drive melancholy brother with wheels, crush sadness
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The road runs away
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From the edge of the sky to the other end
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You haven't been there yet, we'll finish the nonsense
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We'll all be there, the first beam warms the road
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With him, luck breaks through to us from behind the clouds
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Problems will end, give time
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Time will heal the wounds of your heart brother
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Wheelbarrows rustle with rubber, the road is long ahead
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The theme is sincere, foamy beer drives melancholy
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Give me some bread, brother, like this, all my life dear
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Who is on foot, who is with the Volga, the wheels rustle with rubber
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The road ahead sticks into the distance blue, distance blue, distance blue
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Long distance roads lead there
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Where we succeed
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Long distance roads lead there
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Where we succeed
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Long distance roads lead there
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Where we succeed |