I let go of the clutch, push the gas smoothly.
With masochistic pleasures meal, quietly cursing ...
To tear limbs and peasant tools,
Who built those roads, which were scattered at the time.
It does not come down to us and tsunami had long been no war.
So where are these holes on the roads all over the country?
Lord's United Russia, Dima and Vova Rustam!
Tell us where babosy asphalt pits for repairs?
It sounds, of course, dramatically, but to get the whole country
According to spring to change the suspension and pay the tax to the Treasury.