Текст песни R.I.P. - Байкер

BIKER

My bike rushes through the city at night
In the flickering dim lanterns
I feel like being a biker is my destiny
Carry me faster, harley!

Let the cold wind strike with a whip
There is no way to turn off the gas
Let my faithful bike carry me
Where my friends are waiting for me

Wait, wait ...
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Roar the motor like a storm like a hurricane
Gaining turnover
I will not give up careless freedom
I don't need your comfort

The buzz is dear to me, tires screeching
So early to rest
Romance of the roads is not for domestic rats
I follow the dream

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Roar the motor like a storm like a hurricane
Only storms I am not afraid
I am fearless, steel mustang
The road blues sings to me
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And cutting through the air of dusty freeways
I know I'm not alone
Under the full moon they circle around me
Inhabitants of night roads

And we will plunge on our way, all as one
And the road has no end
We will fly away like birds of the night
Into the distance where hearts call

Text, Music - © Natan Smirnitsky