Нивас

I dreamed of a car that was Russian, with a soul, Not a foreign car, but a comrade-in-arms. I scraped together the coins, saved up, and didn't sleep at night, And now it's mine, in the light of the streetlamps. It's an old Niva, but with the potential of a fighter, I realized right away that this is the theme, all the way through! I bought a Niva, and it was on, I painted it white so that it would blind people. I put the casting on, the salon started to make noise, Now I'm driving around, I'm the king and the baron of the neighborhood! Garage, three nights, my hands are covered in paint, but I'm happy, A white, pearlescent cascade is falling. I forgot about sleep, but the sight of her healed me, Then I put the casting on, and the shine pierced through. Vibroplast, splen, and the salon is silent, Now the music is pumping, and the whole country can hear it. I bought a Niva, and it was on, I painted it white so it would blind you. I put in the casting, I made the cabin noisy, Now I'm driving around, I'm the king and the baron of the neighborhood! I'm driving around, the bass is pounding in my chest, The girls are looking, and the guys are shouting "cool." The mud and the off-road conditions don't matter to her, I'm now earning respect in my white Niva. I don't need a "merin", I don't need a "boomer", I'm on my own wave, on a white horse!