You
are faster than the wind on the highway.
You don't want to be like everyone else.
You press the pedal and don't look far,
Who is flying on the opposite lane.
You believe
in your star.
You are not old yet.
You are the light of bright couples.
You are chasing the fear into the darkness.
Hey, boy, don't hurry.
Who knows the fate of the caprice?
It's a pit,
it's a turn,
It's straight,
it's through the gate,
It's a dead end,
it's a dead end,
it's all life.
And you should understand long ago,
That our life is just a game.
You are partly drunk, but there is fog around.
Everything is not as it was seen yesterday.
On the desert, wet bridge,
You are flying, risking your head.
But your sweet flight will easily
interrupt Even the first-rate bridge.
Hey, boy,
don't hurry.
Who knows the fate of the caprice?
It's a pit, it's a turn,
It's straight,
it's through the gate,
It's a dead end,
it's a dead end,
it's all life.
Hey,
boy, don't hurry.
Who
knows the fate of the caprice?
It's a pit, it's a turn,
It's straight,
it's through the gate,
It's a dead end,
it's a dead end,
it's all life.