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(Verse 1)
worn jeans ....
ragged shoes .....
I was a rebel, road search,
wild soul!
Beautiful body, heart beating,
rampant.

(Chorus)
A symbol of freedom!
Motor sound is my soul,
no noise.
All repairs, every screw,
was a lesson.
I found myself, victory, mine.

(Verse 2)
Oily hands, tired muscles,
smiles on my face,
every little success,
another milestone.
Welded, polished the metal again,
as I built, my future,
over and over again.

(Chorus)
The symbol of freedom,
the engine sound of my soul!
Every repair, every screw,
was a lesson.
I found myself, the victory was mine.

(Bridge)
The road is open!
Not just a car,
but a friend who travels with me.
Everywhere, every scratch,
story remains,
but the bright future awaits me,
quickly, freely robbing.

(Chorus)
The symbol of freedom!
Motor sound is the melody of my soul!
Every repair, every screw,
was a lesson!
I found myself,
the victory was mine!

(Outro)
Oily hands, tired muscles,
smile shone on my face!
Oily hands, tired muscles ...
a car that goes with me!