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■ A zecea viață a motanului Koy Contact |
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Engines rumble in the break of dawn,
Leather hearts of fire, riding on and on, Steel and thunder under open skies, Fire in our souls, freedom in our eyes. Brothers, sisters, side by side, Bound by honor, nowhere left to hide, Loyal hearts and steady hands, We own the road, but we respect the land. Feel the wind cut through the night, Taste the dust, hold on tight, Every mile a sacred vow, We live the code, here and now. We ride the endless white lines, Chasing horizons, crossing the signs, Sky so wide, clouds rolling free, Green fields flashing endlessly. Feel the air against our skin, Hear the roar that burns within, No chains can hold these souls of steel, On these roads, we breathe, we feel. Chrome reflections in the sun, Many riders, but we move as one, Respect earned on every ride, Responsibility our silent guide. Through the valleys, past the trees, Over mountains, through the breeze, Every stripe upon the road, Leads us where our hearts explode. Feel the wind cut through the day, Watch the world just fade away, Every turn and every bend, Trust your brother till the end. We ride the endless white lines, Chasing horizons, crossing the signs, Sky so wide, clouds rolling free, Green fields flashing endlessly. Feel the air against our skin, Hear the roar that burns within, No chains can hold these souls of steel, On these roads, we breathe, we feel. Throttle down — hear the sound! Heartbeat racing, shaking ground! Freedom’s not a word we say — It’s the road beneath our wheels each day! Raise your fist, swear the creed, Loyal hearts at burning speed, From the first light to the last, We ride together — fierce and fast! We ride the endless white lines, Under sunsets, under neon signs, Heaven’s blue and storm-cloud gray, Endless roads that never fade away. Feel the wind against our skin, Let the revolution begin, Brothers, sisters — wild and free, The road is life — our destiny. Engines fading, spirits high, Still the white lines never die… Forever free, forever ride.
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