"At the end of the road"🚦

At the end of the road


The speedometer marks 250
I fly like a bird of fire
Flying freely along with the breeze floating in my hair
I see the colors through me
Fast steel horses
Coming and going on the road seems endless
I have only one direction to go
I just need to move on
I just need to go to you
By far I see the diesel ghosts
That form in the asphalt horizon
They show where my motorcycle must follow
Show me where you are
I just want to get fast
I just want to meet you
At the end of this road

Eyes cry
What lips can not say
When silence
It is so quiet
Inside us

The rain purifies our soul
When love burning in our hearts
I feel that you are so close
As a November rain that arrives suddenly
I just want to meet you at the end of this road
While the raindrops drip into my eyes

I just want to meet you at the end of this road ..

The road side of the desert tells me how much I'm away from home
The shadows that pass me are just children playing dreaming
Children taking their dreams in their backpacks
Are only nomadic pilgrims
Dreamers of nowhere
When dreams are lighter than the burdens
It is impossible to stop dreaming
The road is lonely
When we have no one to share dreams
The speedometer marks 300
My mind tells me to slow down
But my heart tells me to accelerate
I feel that you are near
I just want to get fast
I just want to meet you at the end of this road

The rain purifies our soul
When love burning in our hearts
I feel that you are so close
As a November rain that arrives suddenly
I just want to meet you at the end of this road
While the raindrops drip into my eyes

I just want to meet you at the end of this road ..

The snore engines while dancing Hawaiian Beauties
The bumpers of trucks
With California plates
I'm really far from home
As far as the nostalgia I feel my love
The distance between two hearts in love
It is the same distance that I am traveling this road
I and my black motorcycle
Inseparable as Zorro and Silver
I see Yankees on one side and the other side Sioux
I see the beauty of the American mountains
I see the American Dream
Through my rearview mirror
How small road movies
I just want to get fast
I want to fly without wings
I just want to meet you at the end of this road

The rain purifies our soul
When love burning in our hearts
I feel that you are so close
As a November rain that comes der suddenly
I just want to meet you at the end of this road
While the raindrops drip into my eyes

I just want to meet you at the end of this road ..

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