Sinful Mile

Dust clogs the cracks of worn tires,
We leave behind the ruins of others' displays.
The wind of freedom hits the windshield,
How many shadows have fallen on the roadsides.


Hit the pedal, let the motor tear its chest,
Beyond the line, we definitely cannot turn back.


This is our Sinful Mile!
We burn bridges to the ground.
And even if they broke our wings,
This highway saved us again!


Blood on the hands and a guitar flies into the trunk,
A step into the unknown, I am your midnight guard.
The stars scream, but we are deaf to others' heavens,
I trust only these burning eyes.


Hit the pedal, let the motor tear its chest,
Beyond the line, we definitely cannot turn back.

Припев
This is our Sinful Mile!
We burn bridges to the ground.
And even if they broke our wings,
This highway saved us again!


The demon throws dice right on the hood,
Someone will fall behind, and someone will speed ahead.
But while the strings break from daring chords,
We beat hundreds of crazy records here!



Припев
This is our Sinful Mile!
We burn bridges to the ground.
And even if they broke our wings,
This highway saved us again!