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Wind in your ears, haze
And the sun orange light.
We do not recognize the iron horses -
Our transport - the bicycle!

And we fly "on an opposite"
Next on the First River,
Increasing acceleration.
We are young, careless,
And backpacks Shoulder
Is there anything you need us - you and me.

We are not drug addicts and alcoholics do not,
We just pedaling.
And we do not care deeply from the heart
For those who have our backs signals.

And we fly "on an opposite"
Next on the First River,
Increasing acceleration.
We are young, careless,
And backpacks Shoulder
Is there anything you need us - you and me.

We do not ask ourselves silly questions,
"Who are we?" And "Why do we live?"
Just to regularly rotate the wheel!
Come on, brother, drive ahead!

Come on, drive "on an opposite"
Next on the First River,
Increasing acceleration.
We are young, careless,
And backpacks Shoulder
Is there anything you need us - you and me.