Гимн мотоциклисту: жить, чтобы ездить, бежать от ежедневной рутины — он был другом, и это займёт много времени.
Live to ride, ride my dream machine
Good conditions sometime are extreme
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine
Gonna take a long, long time
But this thing will fade away
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine.
Live to ride, ride in the lonesome wind
Cross the line, you can't come back again
Never let a dream machine
Gather dust in your garage
Gonna take a long, long time
But this thing will fade away
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine.
Gonna take a long, long time
But this thing will fade away
Running from the daily grind
He was, he was a friend of mine.
Live to ride, ride my dream machine.