Текст песни Четкая Видимость - Байкер

Through the city, fog, traffic lights and smoke
Shredding the air, burning gasoline
Along the highways of the departed leaders
The bike rushes on its way.

Not a pawn, not a queen, don't blame an ace
Crusader king, racer of the nights
He believes in himself and on horseback
Flies forward towards destiny.
Biker, dear on fire.

The wind in his face does not care.
He rushes forward, breathing a fire.
Freedom is all that lies ahead.
And he knows it, the messenger of fate.

Jacket with rivets, helmet with skull.
Such as he is far from problems.
Thousands of miles behind him.
Presses on the gas, leads.
Biker, leads.

He has no equal and no one to equate with.
The morality police can't catch up with him.
12 is fine, 140 is nothing.
He goes into the darkness with the roar of the engine.

He knows why and what awaits him.
And an outsider will not understand him.
Gasoline splashes in his blood
He firmly believes that he is not alone.
Biker, blood and gasoline.