On the road as a ghost driver I realize
The highways are built the wrong way,
leading to nothing
The half of the world comes towards me, I evade,
can't escape them
And they call me what's behind,
I don't understand
We have now finished the protest
From now on we'll see how it all collapses
On the right a landscape disappears and on the left the day
If tomorrow a duck falls on the government,
our luck would be perfect
We wouldn't have to do anything if they still let go
Ghost drivers refuse to choose the small from two bad ones
The opposite of bad is not always good
We have now finished the protest
From now on we'll see how it all collapses
On the right a landscape disappears and on the left the day
If the wrong direction
is the right one
Who wouldn't want to be a ghost driver?
If the wrong direction is the right one
Who wouldn't want to be a ghost driver?
If the wrong direction is the right one
Who wouldn't want to be a ghost driver?
If the wrong direction is the right one
Who wouldn't want to be a ghost driver?