Motohistoria
v4
@Piotr Rymus
Motohistoria
v4
@Piotr Rymus
Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
Old map
Oil stain in the corner
Granddad’s name
On a rusted fender
Polaroid photo
You can taste the dust
Two-lane ribbon
Hope and exhaust
[Chorus]
Motohistoria
Every mile writes a myth in the smoke
Motohistoria
All the busted-up dreams that never broke
Motohistoria
Engine prayers in a language of chrome
Motohistoria
Every road is a story of home
[Verse 2]
Ticket stub
From a race in ’80
Number on the back
Scribbled by a stranger
Helmet on a hook
Smells like rain and fear
Heard his laugh
Still shifting in your ear
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Glovebox full of ghosts
Receipts
Receipts
Receipts
Every turn you take
Repeats
Repeats
Repeats
Hand on the tank
Ask the past for a sign
Red line roaring
Your chapter this time
[Chorus]
Old map
Oil stain in the corner
Granddad’s name
On a rusted fender
Polaroid photo
You can taste the dust
Two-lane ribbon
Hope and exhaust
[Chorus]
Motohistoria
Every mile writes a myth in the smoke
Motohistoria
All the busted-up dreams that never broke
Motohistoria
Engine prayers in a language of chrome
Motohistoria
Every road is a story of home
[Verse 2]
Ticket stub
From a race in ’80
Number on the back
Scribbled by a stranger
Helmet on a hook
Smells like rain and fear
Heard his laugh
Still shifting in your ear
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Glovebox full of ghosts
Receipts
Receipts
Receipts
Every turn you take
Repeats
Repeats
Repeats
Hand on the tank
Ask the past for a sign
Red line roaring
Your chapter this time
[Chorus]
A zene stílusa
Driving modern rock with gritty bass and big punchy drums, male vocals in a raw, storytelling delivery. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with palm-muted guitars; chorus explodes into wide open power chords, gang shouts, and soaring harmonies. Bridge strips back to toms and bass before a final, higher-key chorus.
