Текст песни Никита Фомин - Километры прожиты дорог..

Kilometers of roads lived
Lively life
Wind, heat, fog, sonorous horn
Homogeneous paint
I got used to it, I looked
I will not say to nothing
Every shot taught
Even at idle

Time goes into the distance
I stay close to him
This is it, this is it
I'll be there soon

I believe my fellow traveler with my soul
I know will not leave
May my box be empty today
Will pull down tomorrow
If we go our separate ways
Thanks in my heart
Itself is able to get
How the arrow is directed