Remember?

Wiped old leather jacket
And the wiped jeans of the color of the sea
With his wing breaking through the light
Me is my bike, with the road arguing

Let the cold wind whip in my face
It has a sharp sound, calling for itself
In me everything has been raving for a long time
On the dust of the roads I exchanged rest

My fate is two dirty wheels
My destiny is an aggressive rivier
Colorful Tattoo Stripes
From the shoulder burns mirror image

Let the cold wind whip in my face
It has a sharp sound, calling for itself
In me everything has been raving for a long time
On the dust of the roads I exchanged rest