In wine clothes, in iron up to the soles
The rocker generations are in the saddle
Little citizens, you don't know
How good it is when the wind blows in your face
Free life, smelly
Fun nights
Pretty girls, let's go
Let's come together, push the weed
When the wild angels ride on motorcycles
No one can stand in their way
The wild angels ride on motorcycles
Many infernal cars blow up
When the wild angels come on motorbikes
No one can stand in their way
The wild angels come on motorbikes
Many infernal cars blow up
They attack every wall
The gate will open after the round
Little citizens, let me know
Well, if the wind blows in your face
Free life, smelly
Fun nights
Pretty girls, come on weed
Let's come together, push the weeds
When the wild angels ride on motorbikes
No one can stand in their way
The wild angels ride on motorbikes
A lot of hellish cars are going up
When the wild angels ride on motorbikes
No one can get in their way
The wild angels ride on motorbikes
Many hellish cars will explode
When the wild angels ride on motorbikes
You can't get in their way no one else
The wild angels ride on motorbikes
A lot of hellish cars start up
When the wild angels ride on motorbikes
No one can stand in their way
The wild angels ride on motorbikes
He makes a hell of a lot of noise

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