Текст песни Краяни - Ночной мотоциклист

Night motorcyclist,
What drove you out
in the cold gloom of empty quarters
Under the whip of the lashing of autumn rain?
A continuous stream of fractions per hundred sprays
You rush shalo
Where do your eyes look from under the glasses?

Tell a motorcyclist,
It can be cool
do you want a forehead inflamed
From plans and hopes,
destroyed in one hour
And you try to forget the roaring of the cylinders
Beloved, and everything that connected you?

Night motorcyclist,
You, perhaps,
got used to nightly desperate walks,
Trying to disperse
yearning for family scenes,
And drive a motorcycle
on the deserted lanes,
Blasting the silence of the tired highway?
Night motorcyclist,
Or maybe you're in a hurry
to help a broken friend,
Imagining how now
his hand is weak?
And from that you do not sleep,
disturbing the noise of the district ...
Then, in all your century
keep you, Fate,
Night motorcyclist!