Виктор Цой — Асфальт

Evening comes slower than ever, In the morning the night fades away like a star. I start the day and end the night. 24 laps away, 24 laps away, I am asphalt.

I received a letter from myself to myself, I got a blank page — it calls you to come. I don't know which of you could help me. 24 laps away, 24 laps away, I am asphalt.

I am my son, my father, my friend, my enemy. I'm afraid to take this last step. Leave, day, leave, go into the night. 24 laps away, 24 laps away, 24 laps away, I am asphalt.

I am asphalt... I am asphalt... I am asphalt... I am asphalt... I am asphalt... I am asphalt...

Away, I am asphalt. Away. I am asphalt.