Текст песни Olivia - Лорд ночного шоссе

Fatigue prisyplet dust
Burnt night bonfire .
Thus I was born and I :
Lucky. Silenus . Heather .

Nobody's . Empty and cold.
The road leads into the distance.
The soul is now free,
I pushed harder pedal.

Motor roar resound ,
The wind blows in the eye.
A shaky morning dawned ,
And there is no turning back.

Merging into one with " Harley "
I'm happy. Winged and proud .
Freedom is sick for a long time
Highway sublunary Lord .

And , air swallowing night
Getting drunk , rushes forward.
Rest the soul does not want to -
It is the specter of the tenth year .