Cry of the road tonight
Motorcycle fights
Through the time, wheels nailed to motorway
Counting miles away, it's not me
Well, I guess I am superhero
When I take you by the hand
All the words are dead in a wind blow
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Cry of the road tonight, motorcycle fights
Through the time, wheels nailed to motorway
Counting miles away, it's not me
Well, I guess I am superhero
When I take you by the hand
All the words are dead in a wind blow
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Wild, streets like open space
Dark, they form the face of the desperation
Leave smell of gasoline, my beloved machine
For next generation
We like king and queen in our kingdom
And I know there is no end
'Til we moving faster than wind blow
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
Rebecca
