Don’ t believe me if I tell You
that I’m in love with You.
I’m just a lonely cow-boy ;
riding my bike, it’s my joy.

The city get me excited ;
let me explain You what I feel :
guardian of all these stupid cars,
I’m lost and under pressure so far.
Survivor in this wild world,
no place for the young, bold.
Needs to fight for liberty to come,
defend the fragile and small one.
I looks like a modern warrior,
in search of the medal of honour.
My purpose is to protect mines
as long as the sun will shine.

But when I climb up the mountains,
I find peace : far away is my pain,
I can fill my need of sensation
and also open the road to evasion.
It seems like happiness ;
my way of life I guess.