8. Moto Guzzi – Louder Than The Storm ( Cleverns Slow Blues ) скачать в хорошем качестве

8. Moto Guzzi – Louder Than The Storm ( Cleverns Slow Blues )

Moto Guzzi – Louder Than The Storm The morning smells of fuel and steel, Friesland screams our battle seal. From all across the land we roll, With V2 thunder, heart and soul. Scars in the paint, tales in the eyes, No one’s just here for a thrill or a prize. Vintage engines, courage made of iron, Guzzi in our hearts, freedom like a fire. No polished chrome, no plastic dream – Just honest noise, loud and mean. Moto Guzzi! Louder than the storm, When the V2 tears the silence apart. One weekend, a bond that’s grown, A family of oil, fire, and bone. Moto Guzzi! No road too long, Devouring curves where we belong. We ride together, we stand as one, Until the final engine’s done. Beer on the table, grease on the face, Talkin’ shop at a steady pace. Valves are clattering, stories ignite, How many miles we’ve lived tonight. Laughed and cursed, wrenched and cheered, Friendships lasting through the years. No status, no money, no age to tell, Just those who bark across the dikes of hell. No strangers ever find this place, Just brothers and sisters in a two-wheeled race. Moto Guzzi! Louder than the storm, When the V2 tears the silence apart. One weekend, a bond that’s grown, A family of oil, fire, and bone. Moto Guzzi! No road too long, Devouring curves where we belong. We ride together, we stand as one, Until the final engine’s done. And when Sunday calls for the last goodbye, This fire remains, it will never die. A year goes by, one start-button press, And it all comes back, no more, no less. Moto Guzzi! Louder than the storm, Klewerns shakes when the engines roar: This is more than a meet once a year, It’s a sacred vow, loud and clear. Moto Guzzi! A family of steel, We keep on riding, no matter the deal. As long as gasoline still catches the flame, This gathering will always remain.