We write our story using bicycles
Chasing memories on very narrow streets
Up the climbs without having a water bottle
Down the descents with the wind on our faces

Because it doesn't matter where the bicycle takes you,
It's all a balance of periods and relationships
It's all a matter of chains and crowns
Of grease that lubricates life for people

As in life there is a wheel that turns
A wheel that pushes and with this air that pulls
If a wheel punctures, the fall is certain
A patch repairs, a wound heals

Don't be afraid or else you'll lose focus
You have to match the weight and the centers of gravity
The commitment of a couple for a single moment
Two forces at play, a single movement

Pedal, chase your story wherever it goes
Pedal, grind kilometers of road
Pedal, you wanted the bicycle
Pedal faster
Pedal faster

Pedal, chase your story wherever it goes
Pedal, grind kilometers of road
Pedal, you wanted the bicycle
Pedal faster
Pedal faster

If the sprocket is free, the crown chooses it
Who through a chain conditions
The motion of the system monarchy, mechanics
That has sworn eternal faith to the laws of physics
Statics, thermodynamics, almost democratic

If when it stops it goes freewheeling
Or tyrannical, with the fixation of the shot
Without the brakes that defend from impact

It is the task of the sprocket to make the revolution
Bring the movement in every direction
In constant acrobatics it radiates energy
From the center to the periphery

It's just a matter of the ratio between gears
And everything runs smoothly until you get discouraged
That the only engine here is you panting
Pushing uphill for life the wagon

Pedal, chase your story wherever it goes
Pedal, grind kilometers of road
Pedal, you wanted the bicycle
Pedal faster
Pedal faster

Pedal, chase your story wherever it goes
Pedal, grind kilometers of road
Pedal, you wanted the bicycle
Pedal faster
Pedal faster

You know well that history is cyclical, as patience is biblical
And the worst climb is a steep descent, sudden, all hairpin bends
Serpentine, weight forward, down from China
Like a controlled avalanche you plummet in a dive
The landscape flies into a zoom
Look where you're going, go where you want
Eyes open and you know how you are
Do as you can
The finish line comes when you least expect it
It's a parking lot of bikes leaning on stands
Bikes abandoned there, without counterpart
Ready to leave again if someone leaves

Ready to go far, changing the gears going slowly
Think that once a bike made a man cry
They became friends, she asked him for forgiveness

Pedal, chase your story wherever it goes
Pedal, grind kilometers of road
Pedal, you wanted the bicycle
Pedal faster
Pedal faster

Pedal, chase your story wherever it goes
Pedal, grind kilometers of road
Pedal, you wanted the bicycle
Pedal faster
Pedal faster

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