You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The girl's look says that the motorcycle will obey her
Here's a little more and the race of the red Porsche will begin
Clouds have gathered over the field and a storm will be visible
The mesmerizing blue sky will distract from wind turbines
The DJ will adjust the turntables in order for the music to play
The road, the moon, the clouds – I will not be lonely