Lyrics Elixir Of The Devil - Байкер
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Мчится старый байкер по суровой земле,
Скорость набирая, прожигая бензин,
Он словно черный рыцарь на железном коне,
Любил запах свободы и прожженных резин.
Сколько он объездил неизведанных мест,
Отважные ребята примыкали в пути.
На каске белой краской нарисован был крест,
Любил татуировки на себя нанести.
Припев:
Вперед, вперед пока мотор ревёт.
Душа зовёт, он путь судьбы пройдёт.
Вперед, вперед пока мотор ревёт.
Душа зовёт, он путь судьбы пройдёт.
В пути он получает в сердце адреналин,
Со своей судьбой, он любил поиграть,
Среди пустых дорог, он просто был властелин,
И каждый из отважных, вслед за ним будет гнать.
Старая косуха и потрепанный вид,
Бутылка крепкой виски затуманит мозги,
Никто не понимал что он в пути говорит,
Любых врагов при драке мог порвать на куски.
Припев:
Вперед, вперед пока мотор ревёт.
Душа зовёт, он путь судьбы пройдёт.
Вперед, вперед пока мотор ревёт.
Душа зовёт, он путь судьбы пройдёт.
Свобода для него была высшим звеном,
Могучий рёв мотора заглушал тишину,
Его байк с изображенным ярко-желтым огнём,
Гнал на встречу злому ветру воплощая мечту.
И вот настало время братьям сесть отдохнуть,
Группа байкеров стояла возле горной реки,
Им нужно было ночью поболтать и гульнуть,
А старый черный байкер направлял их в пути.
Припев:
Вперед, вперед пока мотор ревёт.
Душа зовёт, он путь судьбы пройдёт.
Вперед, вперед пока мотор ревёт.
Душа зовёт, он путь судьбы пройдёт.
An old biker rushes on rough ground
Gaining speed, burning gasoline,
He's like a black knight on an iron horse
Loved the smell of freedom and hardened rubbers.
How many unknown places he has traveled,
Brave guys joined us on the way.
A cross was painted on the helmet with white paint,
I liked to get tattoos on myself.
Chorus:
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
On the way, he gets adrenaline in his heart,
With his destiny, he loved to play
Among empty roads, he was just a master
And each of the brave, will drive after him.
Old leather jacket and shabby look
A bottle of strong whiskey will cloud your mind
No one understood what he was saying on the way,
Any enemies in a fight could be torn to pieces.
Chorus:
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Freedom for him was the highest link,
The mighty roar of the engine drowned out the silence
His bike with a picture of bright yellow fire
Drove to meet the evil wind, making a dream come true.
And now it's time for the brothers to sit down to rest,
A group of bikers stood near a mountain river
They needed to chat and walk at night,
And the old black biker guided them along the way.
Chorus:
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Gaining speed, burning gasoline,
He's like a black knight on an iron horse
Loved the smell of freedom and hardened rubbers.
How many unknown places he has traveled,
Brave guys joined us on the way.
A cross was painted on the helmet with white paint,
I liked to get tattoos on myself.
Chorus:
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
On the way, he gets adrenaline in his heart,
With his destiny, he loved to play
Among empty roads, he was just a master
And each of the brave, will drive after him.
Old leather jacket and shabby look
A bottle of strong whiskey will cloud your mind
No one understood what he was saying on the way,
Any enemies in a fight could be torn to pieces.
Chorus:
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Freedom for him was the highest link,
The mighty roar of the engine drowned out the silence
His bike with a picture of bright yellow fire
Drove to meet the evil wind, making a dream come true.
And now it's time for the brothers to sit down to rest,
A group of bikers stood near a mountain river
They needed to chat and walk at night,
And the old black biker guided them along the way.
Chorus:
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.
Forward, forward while the engine roars.
The soul is calling, he will pass the path of fate.