Take a bike and leave for the impossible
I hold the key in my hand
Catch the steering wheel and my pulse
is getting stronger
I have seen the play somewhere
I was a child with pure heart
I had a dream, my bike
and everything seemed right
I became sixteen a nd everything was fine
I had my life ahead
My bike was always mine
And took me very far
To Sahara desert , like the deepest longing
Was leading me away from joy.
And now in the struggle again from the start
Force the pedal the others' will come
Let's go for riding
Our bikes like our dreams
Know from steepness.
Have you ever ridden a bike?
When I was a little girl at the age of twelve I used to ride a dark red bike. Every weekend I used to ride my bike with my friends in my neighbourhood. It was a fascinating moment for me because I would meet my friends and go riding.
I was feeling free and happy. I had nothing to worry about just to keep balance and be careful not to fall down. We sometimes used to start races who first will reach a place.
The prize for the winner was to ride the other friends' bike. In this way we used to change bikes and know everything about the others' bikes.
It's a nice memory of the things we left behind but we will never forget.
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