Гриша Заречный - Диагноз - дальнобойщик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The path under the wheels is running, the hours are running, the years are running. Behind the cigarette - cigarette, after summer - autumn, as always. And outside the window groves flash by and life goes by, damn it! Where are you going, truck driver? Stop, take a breath!