Motor-Roller - От Бишкека до Алма-Аты(перевод песни)Music, etc. And. OutsFrom Bishkek to Alma-ATATwo hundred and thirty-four miles.The sun is the boundary lineChange the citizenship.I'll leave you again,And I never could give upHis thirst for somewhere to walkOn your constancy.From Bishkek to Alma-ATAThe glaciers on the mountains, like bandages.Alternately graves,Crosses, cafes and сельмаги.Asian lazy highway,He does not tolerate high speeds,And particularly steep road hogsHe throws in the ravines.From Bishkek to Alma-ATA,From Bishkek to Alma-ATA,From Bishkek to Almaty.From Bishkek to Alma-ATAThe wind powerful puts the screws.They blow into the open mouths of the RPR,Caves and gorges,When removing the organ chord,Monotonous, as the space,Everlasting, like with yourself disputeAnd the same purposeless.From Bishkek to Alma-ATAI tried to forget that you are.I burned more than once bridges and take the oathPermanently forget this way,On another road collapse.But when he found a little bit,He returned.