RD 35, Black Widow, the bitch No overhead commands Just engine, no breaks The gas going like beer No command, the engine turns No command, the black widow runs No command, the engine turns No command, the black widow runs My choice is two strokes Turns more and it's smelly I go as fast as I can Making noise's 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 brains 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