In the opposite direction
I'm driving two hundred an hour
sorrow is fast and even afoot it surpasses me
this on the radio is our song, isn't it
On the back seat, a flower from black dress
in my veins more than five promiles
only that tune of ours is damn alive
I wouldn't stop even to tear my nerves
stop song, stop traitor
Chorus
Like stereo pain you are close this night as well
and where are you love you are still far
hello, anybody there in the cloud of restlessness
your Lajka from space forever calls you
Through stormy night
I drive without headlights, memory dust
raises after me
this on the radio is our song, isn't it
Your watch is in the gloves compartment
on the windscreen
bloody midges
only that tune of ours
is damn alive