Beautiful day, cloudless sky
Where the highway is teeming with complete idiots
It's warm and I don't have air conditioning
And the GPS bitch is talking into my favorite ballad
At the wheel surrounded by machines
It's pure magic, I'm getting slightly aggressive
One pulls slightly to the right, but signals to the left
I wish him a disabled child (Simsalabim)
It annoys me when people disregard rules
That's why you can see veins bursting in my speed camera photo
I just wanted to quickly go on vacation
Now I need calming injections and a voodoo doll

I couldn't harm a fly, nonsense
For that I'm much too clumsy, clumsy, clum—

Hate is a strong word, but it fits
There's a spastic driving in the car in front of me
The day is dead, the barrel will overflow
Hate is a strong word, but it fits
There's a spastic driving in the car in front of me
Not according to road order, the barrel will overflow, yes!

I don't think you're aware of the consequences of annoying me
I have a horn and I will use it
In addition nerves like pudding, isn't that enough
You get drive-by middle finger, what are you going to do?
In the car in front of me is a young girl
But that's inconvenient during rush hour
Whether elderly pensioner or novice driver
Everyone fears my anger except the Carglass dealer
I see a car and can see through the one driving it
In my head he has crow claws and laser eyes, -eyes
"Ugh, that sounds awful!", "Sorry, I just thought out loud"

I couldn't harm a fly, nonsense
For that I'm much too clumsy, clumsy, clum—

Hate is a strong word, but it fits
There's a spastic driving in the car in front of me
The day is dead, the barrel will overflow
Hate is a strong word, but it fits
There's a spastic driving in the car in front of me
Not according to road order, the barrel will overflow, yes!

Hate is a strong word, but it fits
There's a spastic driving in the car in front of me
The day is dead, the barrel will overflow
Hate is a strong word, but it fits
There's a spastic driving in the car in front of me
Not according to road order, the barrel will overflow, yes!

I couldn't harm a fly, nonsense
For that I'm much too clumsy, clumsy, clum—
I couldn't harm a fly, nonsense
For that I'm much too clumsy, clumsy, clum—

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