Vennaskond - Disco (English version)

We pass through the night and on a road whose beginning we no longer remember And we don't care what our goal is for a long time and so on Apart from speed, we have nothing else in the red car. Dark blue sky and stars. Trees pass as a wall. 'Give me a cigarette,'-'Take it.' No more words are needed. 'Open one bottle,'-'Yes, now.' That's the end of our talk. The music is playing and this feeling and pain is familiar from somewhere. Memory. Longing. The anguished cry has long since ceased. However, we do not have time, although we are not in a hurry either To get somewhere - I better answer: 'I don't know.' Drive out somewhere - we don't have the courage to do that. White lines of asphalt. The last lines of highways. Open the next bottle, light the next smoke. Cones and empty tare, broken glass on the way Still lag behind us today. Music plays and accompanies us, Those riding in our footsteps and those who rode in front of us... A song by Mait Vaik