Текст песни Рулетка - Трасса

Graying snow trees bent over the track
And the crystals shine in the rays of my headlights, the white snow
Sweeps drifting snow, open look, the space
And lost somewhere away from the tread footprint

The outlines of frozen branches vanished reality
And the frost lace in the corners, sweeps the glass
The creak of the wheels drowned out the sounds of a dead track
And strong wind hits the side of the half-open window

I'm on the "winter roads" went by absorbing the air space
And signals standing along the route crosses dull
Remembering the children that died so stupid, vain
With every flight there are more do not want to believe my eyes

Why, like there is no war, our boys are dying
Crippled metal tearing apart their young flesh
Do not drive. ... Where do you chase, death roams near
What would you like someone to prove and who overcome

Not really so important to come half an hour earlier
Squeezing all the power of his iron horse
It goes straight into the sky, leaving the earthly problems
And often taking with them their wives and children

Do not risk in vain, because life does not forgive mistakes
And furthermore, winter track covered with ice
What would be the road to the cross is not a big sign
With a photo in a frame with welded crumpled wheel