ЛСП - Пьяндекс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A deserted highway in a blue fog.

The boys and I are driving through a red light.

Dirty bucks – in a burnt Armani.

The crumbs in the backseat can't get their act together, the speakers crackle: "Voyage, voyage."

The bulldog nods his head to the rhythm.

The driver whispers: "Have you seen Fast and Furious?"

Of course, yes – and he cranks up the nitro…

Speed ​​over 100, the window is open,

Wind in my face, I don't care.

A hundred cities float by,

The speedometer spins, miles per mille.

Pyandex-taxi

Taking us somewhere.

Pyandex-taxi –

The devil drives a Lada, yes, yes.

Lights along the road illuminate events. On the left, the traffic police are chilling, on the right, prostitutes are smoking, and

All my motives are sewn with white thread.

People are looking for love—it's easier to buy it at night.

Need for followers, need for speed

The city doesn't sleep—it has insomnia.

The phone isn't ringing—the subscriber is out of range.

Our pilot says: "It's almost dawn, time to speed up."

Absolutely, it's a hit—a let's go...

Speed ​​over 100, the window is open,

Wind in my face, I don't care.

A hundred cities have flown past,

The speedometer is spinning, miles per mille.

Pyandex Taxi

Taking us somewhere.

Pyandex Taxi—

The devil drives a Lada, da-da-da-da-da.