On a Spotted BMW

Two artists from Saint Petersburg And that is no coincidence either Maksimkov and.... In a spotted BMW I drive through the city Either a wild impulse struck my rib Or something got into my beard The seatbelt's diagonal strap stretched across my chest I have ninety-nine years behind me Ninety-nine years, but I'm alive and I sing And the neon glow of billboards stirs my blood I look around and, catching my gaze on Slender silhouettes, I hit the brakes In a spotted in a spotted in a spotted BMW In a spotted in a spotted in a spotted BMW The seatbelt's diagonal strap stretched across my chest I have ninety-nine years behind me I look around and, catching my gaze on Slender silhouettes, I hit the brakes In a spotted BMW I drive through the city Either a wild impulse struck my rib Or something got into my beard