Sitting on the motorbike, holding tight,

riding fast into the morning light.

The fog is dancing on the silver lake,

I trust my friend with every breath I take.

Cruising on a silver road,

each mile is a fresh episode.

Birds are flying in the sky,

green fields slowly drifting by.

Then we hiked on top of the mountain,

where ancient forest is nature’s fountain.

Above the trees, below the clouds,

we felt the freedom, far from crowds.

Back in the saddle, driving back to home,

through valleys quiet, where wild deer roam.

The wind is whispering a new song for me,

home is everywhere where you feel free.

Rok Leš