442 do Beograda [English translation]

I have the bloodstream of gasoline

In front of my eyes is straight path

This is a fierce machine

Sky is as ink and moon is yellow

I'm not foolish to count the stars

I have counted road signs and lines

Dogs are barking at the caravan

and the caravans are passing

As thin the Snar* dust is rustling

442 to Belgrade

Wheels creak the blues of kilometers

442 to Belgrade

442 to Belgrade

The brain runs on oxygen

The love rotates wheels

Engine shines as the beacon

A speed breaks the shackles