Night rider

[Verse 1]
The evening sun sets,
The wind rages behind my wet back.
Three atmospheres in the wheels—let it be!
My bike is ready, we're alone on the planet.
Let a hundred miles lie ahead,
And the rubber melts on the asphalt—forward!

[Verse 2]
My mountain bike is my faithful friend,
It obeys my hands in sharp turns.
The green sea boils around,
Its character is equal to storms!
The spokes are strong,
It withstands the blows of fate and the roads.
Like a wild mustang on fiery trails,
It races through the night, not sparing its legs.

[Bridge]
With a strong chain, a reliable link,
We are firmly bound for many years.
I could have protected it, but
Wild blood cried out: "Hello!"
And the tsunami washed away the last of my doubts.

[Chorus]
Fly, rider, fly!
Pedal faster!
A tailwind whistles at our backs,
So that we can race even faster!
Fly, rider, to your dream,
Merge with your bike.
Like a winged bird over the abyss of days,
Take off where you are destined to fly!

[Verse 3]
We've known falls, we've known pain,
But together we've walked through fire and fear.
We've thrown off the chains,
By sheer force of will in wild, blazing fires!
Fly, rider, higher and angrier,
Pedal even faster!

[Verse 4]
Fly to your dream, you and your bike are one,
Your iron friend breathes in time with you. Hold on to the handlebars if you skid,
Stay in the saddle, because this is your fight.
Our path is through steep climbs and descents,
Through the cold of the peaks and the arduous climb.
We will endure everything
on the narrow path
For faith in it lights a fire!

[Bridge 2]
In our sport, risk is justified:
Ups, falls, the sweetness of victory.
The finish line is on the brink, and the fiery brake disc—That's our only true answer!

[Chorus]
Fly, rider, fly!
Pedals faster!
A tailwind whistles at our backs,
So that we race with greater power!
Fly, rider, to your dream,
Merge with your bike.
Like a winged bird over the abyss of days,
Take off where you are destined to fly!

[Outro]
Our sport is risk, ups and downs,
The bitterness of loss and the scars of resentment.
But the finish line on the brink is the crown of all work,
And a mad passion burns in the heart.
After all, life is speed, and we are on the brink!