The moon is blazing, the engine is roaring.
A mile of dust is scattered behind.
Wheels are spinning in rage and fury.
This light is cutting through an endless sky.
Searching the shadows beyond street and steel.
This haunting passion is all I feel.
Cactus and leather, denim and chain.
Keep on riding ignoring the pain.
Racing like a comet into the coming day.
Rinding on, riding strong, its the price I pay.
Riding on for love, riding on for glory.
Riding on, riding on for glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem