RD 35, Black Widow, the bitch

No overhead commands

Just engine, no breaks

The gas going like beer

No junk yard wants it

It will take us to hell

No command, the engine turns

No command, the black widow runs

My choice is "two strokes engine"

Turns more and it's smelly

I go as fast as I can

Making noise like hell

No command, the engine turns

No command, the black widow runs

In the winter, the engine freezes

In the bottle the wine heats my mind

I take it all, I need fuel to ride

No, I can ride the wheels of fate

No command, the engine turns

No command, the black widow runs

Zeno went forward

But no one could see

In the crossroads at one hundred miles

Just time for a last repentance

No command, the engine turns

No command, the black widow runs

Without helmet - with the head on the road

The brain - all over the place

Standing still - without a tear or a smile

Totally smashed - Half a grave is enough

RD 35, Black Widow, the bitch

No overhead commands

Just engine, no breaks

The gas going like beer

No junk yard wants it

It will take us to hell