Happy Birthday to Biker 2021

Happy birthday! We wish you happiness, Rush forward on a bike to success Through beautiful, endless expanses, So that you can experience a spiritual takeoff!

Let your bike, like a permanent comrade, Be strong, reliable and cool, And in your blood only constant passion, Strength, will and joy live!

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On your birthday, your favorite bike, take it out of the garage, wind, speed, freedom, your soul demands.

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Chrome and nickel shine in the sun And the engine's gentle roar, I wish you a smooth road without further ado.

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I wish you, biker, that on the roads of fate, overtaking kilometers, you rush straight to happiness.

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Let your bike rush like a whirlwind, Let you have a green light, But at the same time, don’t fall neither on the grass nor in the ditch.

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You're a cool biker, I know, but I don't want you to be reckless. Happy birthday, and good luck to you in everything!

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Speed, wind, engine noise You only rush in a straight line. Happy birthday, Biker is our coolest.

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May the road be clear According to your great destiny. Remain kind, fast, With an honest, bright soul.

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May your health not fail you, May you hold your bike tightly, May you live cheerfully and creatively, May you never lose heart.

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Happy birthday to the Lord of the Roads. Remain optimistic, Even though the world can be cruel.

Night Wolves 2009 in Sevastopol

Motorcycles are easy to climb - and great in tight turns. In their swift, bold flight We will find joy for the heart.

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Motorcycles fly in a circle And climb mountain peaks, And under the helmets are the proud faces of Those who want to live with inspiration.

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Gyroscopes, despite everything, rise above the dullness of everyday life. Try it - it's not difficult: Throw speed from your right hand.

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Motorcycles are calling you into uncharted kilometers. The free winds admire the winged and ringing fate.

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Here the heavy roar of guitars is replaced by the roar of motorcycles. Here every rider is your brother. And speed is better than any words.

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There is asphalt under the wheels and the night is getting hotter ahead. Sunset sees us off on our way. Below us the earth is burning again.

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The hare is spread over the shoulders And the chopper is rushing into nowhere I squeeze full throttle And forget the brakes

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We choose this path Maybe to Heaven or maybe to Hell Once you get up you can’t turn back And we’re all rushing at random

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I walk around and look at Friend, Rubber is plastic and metal. And a predatory squint along the road, Calling you to quickly rush off into the distance.

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And listen to the wind tearing the body, Fly like a bird along the roads, And remember the soul, forget about time, And dissolve in the sound of trumpets.

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And sometimes you meet people like you, Who know a lot about their friends, Lovers, bright and free. Who are we talking about here? — ABOUT BIKERS.

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You are fast, strong and submissive, And the glare of the sun in the bend of the arcs, Always with me, always ready, My little Honda. True friend.

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Quiet Night. And silence I want to forget you. Speed Wind Strip Bike and me. And emptiness

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Night is the time for desires, Night is the time for me. The joy of speed, dreams, the rest is nonsense.

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The roar of the engine, the wind is everywhere, Because inside I'm like a rebel. With the brotherhood next to me, I am calm, Well, you - Farewell. Not sorry!

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I'm sorry, you know, I'm used to going there at dawn, where there is no deception, lies and flattery, where everything is there, but you are not there.

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That place is a road, where I rush along with the wind. Where there are no barriers to sensations, Where drive and speed are all in me.

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Where you rush, not knowing fear, Where the wind wanders in your hair. Where there are no prohibitions on desires, Where happiness, joy - everything is in the eyes.

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Where do you come to those people who only ask: “Well, how are you, friend?” Where you feel life with taste, And immediately suddenly - the beating of your heart.

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And these people are my brotherhood, Where they are all my family. They will understand, console and make you forget your problems forever.

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I know that people need me here, There is no betrayal or lies here. Thank you - all brothers, sisters, And now you are in my life!

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A shabby old leather vest And worn out sea-colored jeans Breaking through the light with its wing My bike carries me, arguing with the road

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Let the cold wind whip in my face There is a sharp sound in it, calling for it In me, everything has been dearly raving for a long time

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Two wheels and a black stripe The road goes into the horizon And the sounds of the engine echo You feel the rapid flight.

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A shabby old leather vest And worn out sea-colored jeans Breaking through the light with its wing My bike carries me, arguing with the road

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Let the cold wind whip in my face There is a sharp sound in it, calling for you In me, everything has been delirious on the road for a long time For the dust of the roads I exchanged peace

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My destiny is two dirty wheels My destiny is an assertive zeal A stripe of colored tattoos from the shoulder burns with a mirror image

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Let the cold wind whip in my face There is a sharp sound in it, calling for you In me, everything has been delirious on the road for a long time For the dust of the roads I exchanged peace

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I don’t regret anything anymore And I don’t believe in miracles anymore. Even when we were together, you were so far from here.

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I will meet a new dawn on the way, similar to hundreds of others. God, I'm so tired of going on. and live without you too.

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I draw a brush across the paper: The Head and the Road that is prepared from above - My Path in one hieroglyph. The rushing wind ruffled my hair and the flow of my thoughts changed.

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“Well, for the bikerstar, What shines for us on the road, Will burn with the flame of fire, Spreading its violent whips, Will accidentally burn me.”

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And those who didn’t notice her will leave themselves in the way. Look ahead, step on the gas, Your motorcycle has become you, Fly for your guiding star until you fade away.

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Let your motorcycle rush forward and let your train of hair hit your shoulders. Fly, omnipotent free bird, to become a star. or crash.

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But do not betray yourself and your friend, Who again took you away from the circle of life this time, Forever - You are one of us.

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Leafing through kilometers of dust, Rushing through the wind and fog, The rain washed your soul, Dispelling the smoldering dope.

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Tuned piston, lightweight flywheel, And such direct flows - like a knocked down Misserschmitt

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Behind the wheel is a Moscow boXer, a celebrity and a hero. All the surrounding girls are running after him in a crowd.

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What kind of guy is this boXer? Why such success? boxer drives a Ural! That's why he's the coolest!

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He pulls up to a traffic light and all the cars slow down. Lo and behold, there’s some Japanese guy in the next lane.

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“Hey!” - the major shouts from the Japanese - you’ll fall asleep, but still, “I’ll bet you a hundred that I’ll ride around your shit on mine!”

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"Yes Easy!" - answered the boxer, only moving his bandana to the side, “I’m going to teach you a lesson, foreigner, now!”

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Lights up green! The cardan squealed joyfully, I. swallows tire smoke, stunned, a Japanese lover!

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The rice grinder arrives. "Yes! Respect to you, dude! I heard that the Urals were coming, but I didn’t know that they were coming like this.

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Well, you rightfully deserve a hundred rubles, brother! Tell me how you ended up behind the wheel of such a dream."

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“Don’t be sad!” answered the boxer, don’t let your head hurt, After all, our “Irbit” produces these cars in series.

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“I used to ride the tram, sit in a stuffy office, and throughout my life, the department called me a “benchman.”

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All of them are on motorcycles: Kawasaki and Suzuki. I'm like a loser again on the tram, and they're in cars, bitches

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He heard my prayers, condescended to grace, This is exactly the kind of car I would like to own!

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Beauty and dynamism, controllability, comfort. This is a Japanese garbage dump and can't be compared

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Ever since they replaced it. I’m itching all over with impatience. As soon as the salary was paid out, it immediately hit the Uralrus with a bullet.

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There, they gave me a loan, I bought my dream, I made music, an alarm system, and installed direct flow.”

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And since I drove away from the dealer gate, I had a true revolution in my life!

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I drive up to the office - people are gathering, everyone is staring at the "Ural", amazement is rushing!

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“Oh yes boxer! That’s the car, well done, man, respect!” “You can immediately see the sense of style and remarkable intelligence!”

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And I'm not lying! - but during the break, as a moment of luck, the secretary in the reception room gave herself to me on the copier.”

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“Huh. “- the major sighed sadly. “I would also like to rock! All! I went to sell my trash at the market!”

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“And if I sell it, I’ll buy a Ural, because I firmly understood: There are two motorcycles in the world: ours and other garbage!”

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Here the burgher “Bimmer” is puffing, It, like the “Ural”, is opposed, Our engineer “licked” it, Now the motorcycle is a “Ural”

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The “sovnarkhoz” is full of potatoes, He’s taking them for delivery, He’s gray, unprepossessing, I learned that that motorcycle is a “Ural”.

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But for some reason the engine is acting up, He probably got bronchitis, I took the engine apart again, Yes, my Ural motorcycle.

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Even if you drive a mile, you parasite, the Irbit slows down every once in a while, you set the task again, a construction set with the name “Ural”.

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One day a passerby asked: “Which motorcycle did you love?” In response, I didn’t lie to him, “Yes, my motorcycle is a Ural!”

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He often spared no effort for me, You are not a biker if you don’t dare, Although he didn’t overtake everyone, But my motorcycle is a Ural.

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Highway, forests, axial My bike is flying, among the cars Glasses, vest, and bandana Toward the wind, the sun glare

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Snuggling gently and caressing In the wind, hair down, Legs hugging from behind The biker's girlfriend is sitting

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What kind of biker, not a pot-bellied one? After all, a biker is speed, power. A tank of beer, and girls. The whole world in the palm of your hand, from under the wheels.

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Whose bike is better, whose belly is bigger Who is the coolest, and who is stronger? Girlfriends waist, whose is thinner? Things from days gone by

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All sorts of bikes out there, shiny and with crooked handlebars, but the best bike in the world, my friend, HARLEY end DAVIDSON

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People in leather rush along the highway, kicking up dust. They don't need a car, They don't need a bike - everything is more expensive.

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“Meow, kiss mi” sit closer and snuggle, listen to the engine like a song, we drive forward together, and the heart flies up.

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Kiss mi! bolder, pussy, hug me, press closer, let's go, the crazy wind will kiss you tenderly.

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I'm tired of peace, and, stepping over the threshold, I will remember forgotten feelings, I will go for a long time to the crossroads of the roads, to the forests, where it is empty in the Autumn.

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I rustle through the leaves and drive up to the water, passing the bushes by the road. O strange thoughts in my head - There are no worries or worries in it.

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There is silence all around. And it’s doubly pleasant The desolation of the autumn forests And the look of eternity reflected in the river And the moment of biker life.

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Having pushed the Kickstarter, I start the boxer, fly under the wheels, road! And the smell of smoke glides through the air And the time of the Autumn Circle. 2005

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How am I still alive, Either I’m a beast or a thief, Or I’m just a run-down engine, Or I need to give up, Or life presses in revenge, Where any business is boredom Like scattered beads, Weeks fly away, All that was is garbage , only money rules the world.

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And the engine is ringing, Comprehending the essence of the times, And everyone will think about fate, I know that I am steering, From emptiness and into emptiness, The rest, in general, is not important.

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So the day has passed again, I found what I was looking for, I’m in the oncoming lane, I took a ride through fate.

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And of course, you are definitely so cool and important. You parade past girls in miniskirts, laughing. And while singing your favorite song, you hope that at least one of them will show her tits for such a guy.

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The sky spread, the earth opened up, And again two iron horses were on the way, In a mad gallop at the call of the moon, Fallen angels in a thirst for war.

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Rising to the stars, descending to the earth, Like a shadow, they disappear in streams of dust. Playing with death, beckoning with freedom, They carry you and me as if on wings.

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Horses, playing with their manes, People in a noisy crowd, leaving their usual peace, are rushing into the last battle.

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Engines in a fit of ecstasy, tearing throats roar Hey bikers, give us gas, the roads are calling us again!

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“Well, old man, you’ve lived a century...” the man said goodbye to his friend, he pressed the starter... and he buzzed: “Don’t you dare leave me! I’m alive.” "

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To fly along the highway with the free wind And never look back, To wander like a deserted coyote in the darkness, But to walk around the world with the free wind, And to walk around the world with the free wind.

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And a horse on iron legs rushes me, Towards the string of the horizon on radio waves, Fate destined to live in two worlds, I can only see my beloved in dreams, Fly with the free wind along the highway And never look back, Do not wander like a deserted coyote in the darkness, But with the free wind around the world walk, and walk freely around the world with the wind.

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I can’t wait for summer, Remembering how I traveled, My rocket sleeps peacefully, Gaining strength for summer.

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I don’t approach him often, so as not to stir up my soul, But we’ll wait and there will be happiness - Taking him for a ride on the highway.

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We will rush towards the sun. North, South, West and East are open to us, and we are rushing, Overtaking the flow of cars.

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The word traffic jam is unknown to us, We need freedom most of all. I'll mark a place on the map and direct him there.

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We will soon fly along the highway, Infinity of roads awaits us, We will leave the bustling city. I know that he won’t let you down!

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I dream of summer, of a happy and sunny day, And of a fresh dawn, after a warm night under the moon. About the cheerful road that runs beyond our native lands, Anxieties disappear when my friend is nearby.

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White shadows on black Morning burns to the ground. The glare from the past has been erased. We are swallowed up by darkness.

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Captives of the eternal road Again on the milky way, Forgetting about God again, They are looking for happiness in the dust

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You were with me relentlessly You rushed me there Where the big cities grin with an impregnable wall

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Where the wires hum hysterically, where the rocks stand sharp, where you feel hostility continuously, and where poison cures life

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You were with me in the rain and thunderstorms. Satan himself trembled from your roar. Only the Siberian frosts separated us, but not forever

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I’ll arm myself with screwdrivers and keys. I’ll go to the garage to treat you, my friend. And with the warm rays of spring, And you’ll see the white circle of the sun.

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We don’t say that there is no soul in metal We don’t say that truth is in wine Love and Friendship are like two birds flying away And only my bike is forever faithful to me!

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“There is longing in my soul and a tormenting conscience, That I have been in the saddle so little, And I so want to believe that summer will be in September.”

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Cold wind, dark clouds, The rains have not stopped yet, But the biker knows, the biker remembers, After all, “Indian Summer” is ahead!

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Some seek truth in the mud, some in heaven, some in confessions, and some in bloody battles. Someone carries it in their arms, and someone carries it on their lips in silent prayer. Some people see her in dreams.

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Under the sun, in the dust of the roads, And in the midst of the endless expanse of the oceans, we are looking for Freedom. Just one sip! Only one! I won’t be greedy to see where it originates.

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Give yourself over to your dream and step on the gas, without turning around and without hearing the shout of those who begged to stay for at least an hour. . But the light of Freedom calling for itself is intoxicating. Stupefying. Takes us away.

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The night covered the chilly sky with a black veil. With the new sunset I will go away and go where I have never been

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The raven will flap its black wing, show the path, dispel doubts. Fears showered with broken glass, Driving into the distance, squeezing the clutch

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The horizon is a red ribbon of sunset, The heavens are sleeping in blue velvet. Do you feel the rhythm of the evening roads and the voices of the night highways?

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My brother Wind! Hit me in the face! Don't hold me back, I'm free as a bird! And the heavenly heights are under my wheel, If only I don’t get stuck in the clouds up to the spokes

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Cutting through the darkness with the light of headlights, press forward towards sacred freedom! Leaving scars on the asphalt, go on a carefree flight.

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My brother Wind! Hit me in the face! Don't hold me back, I'm free as a bird! And the heavenly heights are under my wheel, As long as I don’t get stuck up to my spokes in the clouds.

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I shouldn’t lie forever in damp soil, scabbling and putting down roots. Supporting his mute cross with his feet, That is silent, denying himself.

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Lay my mortal remains on my bed, lighting the funeral pyre. I can’t hear prayers, I can’t feel pain, I can’t rage, raising my sword.

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You dance by the fire, raise your arms to the sky, Laugh loudly, seeing me off. Know that I am not going into darkness, not into the land of Soullessness, But I am spreading my wings towards Freedom!

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I will become ashes, scattered from a brotherly hand, Passionately given to the southern wind. Today my thoughts are bright, today my wings are light, I swear allegiance to the New World!

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At night I will become a new star in the sky, which will show you the Path of the Worthy. No! I won’t lie in damp earth forever, I won’t put old roots in it!

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There are many different motorcycles in the world. Blue and white, yellow and red. How to identify what kind of animal is in front of you. I will teach you, young hero.

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If you see a bearded man in a fur hat rolling down the avenue during the day, know that he has a chopper under him for respect, and you ride forward on it like on a tank.

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If a madman in a jumpsuit flies into the distance like a bullet from a traffic light. This is a “sport”, he will give anyone a head start, Life with him will not last long, but it will be more interesting.

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If some fool, sweeping away the collective farm dirt, bypasses the tractor, it’s not bad vodka. In front of you is an enduro motorcycle.

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If the motz drags along the road, all decorated and with a beautiful girl, remember you need to be treated for this. Honda “goldwing” for arrogant plebeians. (no offense guys)

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Throwing on a jacket, bike, saddle. Light a candle, we're lucky! Open the garage, fill up with gasoline. Blood boils, adrenaline!

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Killer sound, the earth trembles. I love you, intruder! You can't hear rock in the garage They shoot like they're in a dugout

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The engine is warmed up, the door is closed. A wild animal asks for freedom. I raised my eyes, ready to run, But what do I see, white snow!

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The route goes into the sky like a silver ribbon, On patrol the moon illuminates the asphalt. Between me and the road, my bike is unchanged, It carries me boldly into an unknown distance.

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We are at the peak of dreams, like birds in flight, The horizons await us there, captivating us. We are everywhere, like sparks, scattering in fireworks. Drunk with freedom, we will return home.

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Every day of our life is new meetings, These are rallies, long-distance races, moto brothers, friends. The road heals us from stress and from old age. We can’t do it any other way, we can’t do it any other way!

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People in leather rush along the highway, kicking up dust. They don't need a car, They don't need a bike - everything is more expensive.

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It’s better not to joke with the road, it’s unpredictable. Friends cannot protect you, One mistake and disaster.

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The road despises cowards, They are all slaves for her, With whom she “plays,” Sometimes deciding the outcome of fate.

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For bikers, freedom is sacred, Freedom helps to live. There is no barrier in the world that can stop them.

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The wind blows on their faces, The sun and rain await them on the way, When in the evening they cannot sleep, They hide in the night

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Everyone looks macho with a motorcycle! Everyone believes that he will be lucky! Well, where were you looking, good luck? When was that sharp turn?

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You know, at this speed, every pebble is like a landslide. I woke up in the arms of a ditch and only then realized: “I fell!”

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And the motorcycle hummed in pain, roared like a bison out of resentment. He wanted to go on the road, to freedom: There the horizon burns and calls.

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Those who sit on the couch at home will not understand our biker dreams. I'm a little wounded today. But I will be ready for the season!

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If necessary, they will come to help. Nothing will happen to me! I'm getting ready to hit the road again - Hey, luck, sit behind me

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Two wheels and a black stripe The road goes into the horizon And the sounds of the engine echo You feel the rapid flight.

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Believe me, my friend, the season will still begin The snow will melt, you will sit in the saddle And the gas handle will turn smoothly The road has been waiting for you for a long time.

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And the kilometers will wind again All the years lived and suffered But may the winds always breathe in our faces And your silhouette flashes on the road.

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You are so different, Bikers are beautiful, White-blue-red; With slightly black-red-yellow shades. Stay together, Don't forget what you need, The most important thing in the world, Biker friendship

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Let's start the engine, guys! The motorcycle was waiting for a long time. We will go somewhere into the unknown.

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The sounds will melt behind you, People, mountains, cities. Let my Suzuki rush like the wind in the sky

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The blood is diluted with gasoline And there is a fire in the eyes The motorcycle tears the rubber - It hits with its hoof like a horse!

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Speed, wind and road My gaze rests on the horizon I need just a little - May I be lucky today!

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You cut through space, You overtake moments. You, in your constancy, do not accept doubt.

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I, in my anticipation - I will never overtake you, Infected with desire, I will never die.

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Even in my fingertips, I feel the needles, the madness of the dance, I answer to no avail.

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I set the planets on fire, With just one glance, After all, I don’t know where you are - Far away or nearby.

Happy birthday greetings to the motorcyclist guy

On your awesome bike you cut through the air like a bird. Get “likes” from life, Don’t rush to settle down!

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You were lucky to be born at this time without barriers. Try to enjoy what you are happy about in life.

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I wish you to take care of yourself on the road surface. Happy birthday! May you be lucky on your journey!

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No accidents or obstacles. And so that you are happy with life, After all, it gives you a chance to move forward!

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Let there be no unpleasant adventures on your way and let every morning give you hope that everything is just beginning. Fly on your horse towards happiness and good luck!

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You have an iron horse, and there is fire in your eyes! Because you will meet great success before anyone else!

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You love fast tracks, the Iron Horse is under your control! Cancel your trip today, celebrate your holiday with us!

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What I love is people like this – Brave, fast and cool! Happy Birthday to You! Please take care of yourself.

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The road runs under your wheels, And the motorcycle trembles with joy, He is your friend forever - consider it, forever, After all, motorcycles are friends with man!

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May the Lord help you survive, So that you can fly until old age on a bike, So that the roar of the engine helps you not to lose heart, So that you have everything you could want!

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Happy birthday, all the best, Joy, kindness and happiness, So that your engine does not stall, And good things always happen!

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There is a special thrill in this, To catch the drive along the way. They say he's reckless? But in real life he’s not boring.

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I congratulate you on your birthday, and I wish you to rush towards the wind! Let the iron horse carry you, Let every moment bring only joy!

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Night, road, the engine is noisy, Someone is rushing in the distance, You must be rushing home on your birthday! Congratulations dear, May your dream come true, May the road in front of you run smoothly, May the gasoline never run out, May the iron horse frolic, May the wind be favorable to you and to all your destiny!

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Accept wishes from me now. I want to wish you a reserve of vigor.

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The fate was like this: All the rivets are jingling On your birthday you saddle an iron horse.

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We firmly believe - for many years, Despite adversity On sharp turns, You will stay in the saddle.

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So that life doesn’t stress you out, troubles along the way, so that only victories, only happiness lies ahead!

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Let the fire always burn in your eyes, And let your iron horse serve you faithfully! And may there not be an obstacle on the way! Well, go ahead and fly to celebrate!

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I wish you roads without needles, and I wish you could ever do anything you want. And you will celebrate your birthday on the road, You rush faster and faster, forget about worries.

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With all my heart and soul I wish you great joy, success, loyal friends, and a more joyful life!

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Let the wind rustle in your ears, But your health does not fail. Happy birthday, our biker, May everything in life be cool!

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On your birthday we wish you: Take care of yourself, dear, And ride carefully, We need a friend like that!

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Let your bike, like a permanent comrade, Be strong, reliable and cool, And in your blood only constant passion, Strength, will and joy live!

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So that he could turn almost any of his aspirations into reality, without fear of obstacles. And let the roads not lead him into banality, Let adventures always beckon him!

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I, biker, congratulate you on your birthday, I wish you a smooth and successful road, good friends, your bikers, so cheerful, faithful and dear!

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Courage, strength and boldness are familiar to you well, After all, you have been skillfully managing your bike for a long time.

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Free route and drive, Let only the green light illuminate your path for many many years to come.

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And under the roar of the motorcycle Let us wish you a little: So that the path like a good riddance Leads you forward.

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Let your bike rush like a whirlwind, Let you have a green light, But at the same time, don’t fall neither on the grass nor in the ditch.

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It's cool to be a biker, Biker is fashionable, Biker is life, Biker is drive!

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A steel horse rushes into the distance, Dispersing all sadness, The wind is blowing through your hair, You are the happiest in the world, Happy birthday, I wish you smooth routes, Without traffic police and traffic lights, Without obstacles and congestion, May success be with you, Strength of spirit, good luck and laughter!

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May your dreams come true soon, May speed be your companion. Let life become brighter, without being saddened by any grief.

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The sun is playing in the spokes, Chrome and nickel are sparkling, Let the frightened driver huddle to the side of the road.

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I wish that you will be able to overtake time, and that your bike will fly like an arrow through life.

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You rush forward, forgetting doubts. Just hold on tight. Be happy. Happy Birthday! Let life be fun!

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You drive along the roads, Overtaking the wild wind. You cannot exchange this life for anything in this world!

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Let the pleasant south wind sing the Song of Freedom. Overtake the speed of light And a super-fast plane!

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Let your beloved bike rush along, Like a graceful beast. Dreams and plans will come true, just be sure to believe.

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Fun, joy, and happiness to you, And may there never be misfortune, May there always be many friends, Well, now - meet all the guests!

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On your birthday we wish you let the adrenaline invigorate you. Take care of yourself, boy. You are the only one we have.

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You love speed and adrenaline, Happy birthday to you. Your motorcycle is dear to you, I wish you a fair wind.

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On your birthday, your favorite bike, take it out of the garage, wind, speed, freedom, your soul demands.

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I wish you, biker, that on the roads of fate, overtaking kilometers, you rush straight to happiness.

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What should I wish you on your birthday? Get up every morning with a smile, Just be on first name terms with luck in life And, like nuts, click through tasks.

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May the road be clear According to your great destiny. Remain kind, fast, With an honest, bright soul.

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Biker, you are the king of the road, Happy birthday, May the road be smooth, There will be adventures in life, Always take care of yourself And drive, but only in moderation, Always keep Passion, love, hope, faith in your soul!

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Happy birthday to the coolest and toughest biker. I wish you fun biker conventions and a wonderful holiday with friends, good health and excellent mood, the fastest and most faithful iron horse, prosperity, smooth roads, great happiness and success.

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I wish you to drive forward at speed towards your cherished goals and dreams! May every moment bring you joy, May luck follow on your heels!

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The bike is closer to you than a friend, For you it is like family, Well, if things get tough, Wait for support from me,

And I will provide you with both help and advice, I’ll say so, I’m not lying, there’s simply no better friend!

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The engine roars and the dust is like a column, And you, swallowing it, Still rush forward, towards the day, Overtaking your own wind.

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The biker has one road - Towards the sun and fate, Let the faithful “horse” not let you down, And happiness falls to you.

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Speed, wind, bike, You are flying to your freedom, Joy to you, goodness, Strong patience and health!

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Happy birthday and I wish from the bottom of my heart that the roads go straight, that success is on the way.

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Congratulations, happy birthday, And I wish you from the bottom of my heart, May only the roads be straight, And good luck along the way.

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On a two-wheeled iron friend, you rush towards the wind like an arrow, I wish you happy adventures from the bottom of my heart, may luck always accompany you. On Motorcycle Day, accept congratulations, May your hobby bring you inspiration, May your health never fail, May your riding be safe.

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You overtake the wind on the road, On two wheels you rush forward like a whirlwind, May there be no obstacles on the way, May luck certainly await you. On Motorcyclist Day, accept congratulations, May all doubts disappear from life, Never stop there, No rod or nail for you on the road.

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We send warm greetings to motorcyclists, You are full of enthusiasm, vivacity, it’s no secret, Fresh wind, inspiration to you, And always a great mood. May all your wishes come true, may happiness smile on you, may the iron horse never let you down, may fate generously reward you in full.

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For a biker you don’t need much - An iron horse for the day, A companion on a dusty road, A shoulder for the desired help, So let it happen in this life: The road, the fellow traveler, the “horse” is rushing, There should be more smooth roads, So that you can achieve your goal!

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The hot sun heated the track. Tires cut asphalt like butter. Under the roar of engines, the column moves boldly, and the reflections of the helmets sparkle like flashes, illuminating the surrounding area. And everything obeys the god of the wind. There is only speed and help to a friend, This is how kilometers of roads fly by.

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Motorcycles are easy to climb - and great in tight turns. In their swift, bold flight We will find joy for the heart.

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Motorcycles are calling you into uncharted kilometers. The free winds admire the winged and ringing fate.

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There is asphalt under the wheels and the night is getting hotter ahead. Sunset sees us off on our way. Below us the earth is burning again.

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We choose this path Maybe to Heaven or maybe to Hell Once you get up you can’t turn back And we’re all rushing at random

I walk around and look at Friend, Rubber is plastic and metal. And a predatory squint along the road, Calling you to quickly rush off into the distance.

And listen to the wind tearing the body, Fly like a bird along the roads, And remember the soul, forget about time, And dissolve in the sound of trumpets.

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Quiet Night. And silence I want to forget you. Speed Wind Strip Bike and me. And emptiness

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Night is the time for desires, Night is the time for me. The joy of speed, dreams, the rest is nonsense.

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I'm sorry, you know, I'm used to going there at dawn, where there is no deception, lies and flattery, where everything is there, but you are not there.

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Where do you come to those people who only ask: “Well, how are you, friend?” Where you feel life with taste, And immediately suddenly - the beating of your heart.

A shabby old leather vest And worn out sea-colored jeans Breaking through the light with its wing My bike carries me, arguing with the road

My destiny is two dirty wheels My destiny is an assertive zeal A stripe of colored tattoos from the shoulder burns with a mirror image

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Two wheels and a black stripe The road goes into the horizon And the sounds of the engine echo You feel the rapid flight.

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And the kilometers will wind again All the years lived and suffered But may the winds always breathe in our faces And your silhouette flashes on the road.

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Let the cold wind whip in my face There is a sharp sound in it, calling for you In me, everything has been delirious on the road for a long time For the dust of the roads I exchanged peace

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Light flashes in the darkness, And calls to battle, Life or death, And death is behind us, The fire burns in our dawn, the rays groan, And. We are brothers in soul, Forever and ever, Our spirit is one - In hundreds of roads, Faith dream, and your bike is strong, and we are calling you.

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You, next to me in the heat of the fire, In the cold and heat, in the fog, And the darkness behind us, the red sunset - He played in the mirrors - Those who left for another dear, We always remember, Their living spirit - The light flashes, Their lanterns , And they will disappear into the night.

I will meet a new dawn on the way. Oh, how many there were! God, how tired I am already of walking further, Leaving behind me a column of dust. The night is so dark, and the path is so far, And together we would not know Neither dark nights, nor long roads, nor this melancholy and sadness.

Our roads intertwined, without becoming a common path. Either leave, or come back, or come with me. In your world there are flowers and meadows, The birds in the sky are cramped. In your world, You left no room only for me.

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I draw a brush across the paper: The Head and the Road that is prepared from above - My Path in one hieroglyph. The rushing wind ruffled my hair and the flow of my thoughts changed.

The stuffy air melts your thoughts and settles on your eyelashes. Night. How much for me. What can I do in return? Unless you don't sleep. Did you sleep. I saw dreams. In the morning I just remembered. Just. Killed one night. But when routine squeezes you, remember the snail on the slope of Fuji

“Well, for the bikerstar, What shines for us on the road, Will burn with the flame of fire, Spreading its violent whips, Will accidentally burn me.”

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Let your motorcycle rush forward and let your train of hair hit your shoulders. Fly, omnipotent free bird, to become a star. or crash.

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Leafing through kilometers of dust, Rushing through the wind and fog, The rain washed your soul, Dispelling the smoldering dope.

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Poems by Boxer It is not the wind that blows in the field, raising dust in a column. It's rushing off-road, straight ahead from the opposition!

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Behind the wheel is a Moscow boXer, a celebrity and a hero. All the surrounding girls are running after him in a crowd.

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The boxer drives along the avenue, the forward flow sounds proudly, and attracts admiring glances like a magnet.

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“Hey!” - the major shouts from the Japanese - you’ll fall asleep, but still, “I’ll bet you a hundred that I’ll ride around your shit on mine!”

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Lights up green! The cardan squealed joyfully, I. swallows tire smoke, stunned, a Japanese lover!

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The rice grinder arrives. "Yes! Respect to you, dude! I heard that the Urals were coming, but I didn’t know that they were coming like this.

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“Don’t be sad!” answered the boxer, don’t let your head hurt, After all, our “Irbit” produces these cars in series.

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All of them are on motorcycles: Kawasaki and Suzuki. I'm like a loser again on the tram, and they're in cars, bitches

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Beauty and dynamism, controllability, comfort. This is a Japanese garbage dump and can't be compared

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There, they gave me a loan, I bought my dream, I made music, an alarm system, and installed direct flow.”

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I drive up to the office - people are gathering, everyone is staring at the "Ural", amazement is rushing!

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And I'm not lying! - but during the break, as a moment of luck, the secretary in the reception room gave herself to me on the copier.”

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“And if I sell it, I’ll buy a Ural, because I firmly understood: There are two motorcycles in the world: ours and other garbage!”

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Here the burgher “Bimmer” is puffing, It, like the “Ural”, is opposed, Our engineer “licked” it, Now the motorcycle is a “Ural”

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The “sovnarkhoz” is full of potatoes, He’s taking them for delivery, He’s gray, unprepossessing, I learned that that motorcycle is a “Ural”.

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Even if you drive a mile, you parasite, the Irbit slows down every once in a while, you set the task again, a construction set with the name “Ural”.

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He often spared no effort for me, You are not a biker if you don’t dare, Although he didn’t overtake everyone, But my motorcycle is a Ural.

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The route goes into the sky like a silver ribbon, On patrol the moon illuminates the asphalt. Between me and the road, my bike is unchanged, It carries me boldly into an unknown distance.

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Highway, forests, axial My bike is flying, among the cars Glasses, vest, and bandana Toward the wind, the sun glare

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What kind of biker, not a pot-bellied one? After all, a biker is speed, power. A tank of beer, and girls. The whole world in the palm of your hand, from under the wheels.

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All sorts of bikes out there, shiny and with crooked handlebars, but the best bike in the world, my friend, HARLEY end DAVIDSON

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It’s better not to joke with the road, it’s unpredictable. Friends cannot protect you, One mistake and disaster.

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For bikers, freedom is sacred, Freedom helps to live. There is no barrier in the world that can stop them.

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merge in one movement, keep the speed in our hands, we are not afraid of risks, and the bike gives us freedom.

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I'm tired of peace, and, stepping over the threshold, I will remember forgotten feelings, I will go for a long time to the crossroads of the roads, to the forests, where it is empty in the Autumn.

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There is silence all around. And it’s doubly pleasant The desolation of the autumn forests And the look of eternity reflected in the river And the moment of biker life.

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How am I still alive? Either I’m a beast or a thief, Or I’m just a run-down engine, Or I need to give up, Or life presses me in revenge, Where any business is boredom,

Like scattered beads, Weeks fly away, All that was is garbage, only money rules the world.

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So the day has passed again, I found what I was looking for, I’m in the oncoming lane, I took a ride through fate.

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It’s crazy to ride along the highway on a cool motorcycle When the wind dries my mug, bumblebees hit your cheeks Loudly angry cars behind you all hum in unison But you don’t care, but you’re not going to die.

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The sky spread, the earth opened up, And again two iron horses were on the way, In a mad gallop at the call of the moon, Fallen angels in a thirst for war.

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Horses, playing with their manes, People in a noisy crowd, leaving their usual peace, are rushing into the last battle.

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the guys muffle their stories when they tell stories while drinking beer, plucking the notes of the strings so as not to hear “liar! liar! liar.” "

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the guys turn off their bikes when the seagulls circle over the sea, and the sun melts the edge of the sea, and the faithful bike rests. When the cuckoo counts the year, the leaves fall from the trees. They don’t turn it off if it’s stalled and coughs into the exhaust, gasp, gasp. "

“Well, old man, you’ve lived a century...” the man said goodbye to his friend, he pressed the starter... and he buzzed: “Don’t you dare leave me! I’m alive.” "

The whisper of an engine, the wind in my hair, the breath of my beloved, a smile on my lips, free as the wind with a dream in my hands, I walk in the clouds with an eagle’s gait.

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And a horse on iron legs rushes me, To the string of the horizon on radio waves, Fate is destined to live in two worlds, I see my beloved only in dreams,

I can’t wait for summer, Remembering how I traveled, My rocket sleeps peacefully, Gaining strength for summer.

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We will rush towards the sun. North, South, West and East are open to us, and we are rushing, Overtaking the flow of cars.

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We will soon fly along the highway, Infinity of roads awaits us, We will leave the bustling city. I know that he won’t let you down!

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We will rush around the world, flying through forests and fields, Let's communicate with the wind, find out what the earth knows. We are children of nature, although sometimes we are far from it. We are looking for new freedom, like moths to a burning fire.

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the longest night in a leap year draws names on the dusty memory, who would have known, nineteenth spring, that I would most likely not reach you

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the longest night in a leap year, uneven handwriting with tenderness sharpens the nerves, pours vodka into glasses, insomnia-bitch - special price for tickets in the morning in the first row

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Captives of the eternal road Again on the milky way, Forgetting about God again, They are looking for happiness in the dust

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Where the wires hum hysterically, where the rocks stand sharp, where you feel hostility continuously, and where poison cures life

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I’ll arm myself with screwdrivers and keys. I’ll go to the garage to treat you, my friend. And with the warm rays of spring, And you’ll see the white circle of the sun.

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“There is longing in my soul and a tormenting conscience, That I have been in the saddle so little, And I so want to believe that summer will be in September.”

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and in January there is summer, when a snowstorm rushes across the floodplain, I grab the steering wheel, and the wind hits my face, but I won’t slow down, I’m stubborn.

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In the sunset twilight of a lost dream, In fiery hell or in the bliss of Paradise, Among the fragments of an exploded star. We are not disgusted by our fathers when we choose one of two paths - either evil or kindness.

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I make my way into the distance through the black fog. Kilometers are burning behind us. Hundreds of roads - emptiness and deception, Kisses of the hot wind Drops of rain with crossfire Cutting through the poisoned air I rush along the road night and day, Breaking through thorns to the stars.

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The raven will flap its black wing, show the path, dispel doubts. Fears showered with broken glass, Driving into the distance, squeezing the clutch

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My brother Wind! Hit me in the face! Don't hold me back, I'm free as a bird! And the heavenly heights are under my wheel, If only I don’t get stuck in the clouds up to the spokes

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My brother Wind! Hit me in the face! Don't hold me back, I'm free as a bird! And the heavenly heights are under my wheel, As long as I don’t get stuck up to my spokes in the clouds.

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Lay my mortal remains on my bed, lighting the funeral pyre. I can’t hear prayers, I can’t feel pain, I can’t rage, raising my sword.

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I will become ashes, scattered from a brotherly hand, Passionately given to the southern wind. Today my thoughts are bright, today my wings are light, I swear allegiance to the New World!

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There are many different motorcycles in the world. Blue and white, yellow and red. How to identify what kind of animal is in front of you. I will teach you, young hero.

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If the motz drags along the road, all decorated and with a beautiful girl, remember - you need to be treated for this. Honda “goldwing” for arrogant plebeians. (no offense guys)

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Killer sound, the earth trembles. I love you, intruder! You can't hear rock in the garage They shoot like they're in a dugout

People in leather rush along the highway, kicking up dust. They don't need a car, They don't need a bike - everything is more expensive.

You know, at this speed, every pebble is like a landslide. I woke up in the arms of a ditch and only then realized: “I fell!”

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Those who sit on the couch at home will not understand our biker dreams. I'm a little wounded today. But I will be ready for the season!

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If necessary, they will come to help. Nothing will happen to me! I'm getting ready to hit the road again - Hey, luck, sit behind me

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You are so different, Bikers are beautiful, White-blue-red; With slightly black-red-yellow shades. Stay together, Don't forget what you need, The most important thing in the world, Biker friendship

Let's start the engine, guys! The motorcycle was waiting for a long time. We will go somewhere into the unknown.

The sounds will melt behind you, People, mountains, cities. Let my Suzuki rush like the wind in the sky

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Speed, wind and road My gaze rests on the horizon I need just a little - May I be lucky today!

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I, in my anticipation - I will never overtake you, Infected with desire, I will never die.

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I set the planets on fire, With just one glance, After all, I don’t know where you are - Far away or nearby.

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Where a car will not pass, And even a tractor will stall, A motorcycle will pass without difficulty, There is nothing for it to be afraid of difficulties. On Motorcycle Day, please accept congratulations, We wish you good luck, endurance, patience, We wish you neither rod nor nail on the roads, May the green light always burn for you.

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Neither a rod nor a nail stands in your way, And always a happy journey. Let problems and worries not bother you, We wish you to find happiness on your journey. On motorcyclist's day, we wish you good luck, and always have a great mood to boot, may the road always be straight, may the motorcycle never let you down.

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Congratulations on Motorcycle Day, And I wish that the road is clear, May you not encounter either a rod or a nail, May there be no fuss in traffic. Go away the traffic jams and obstacles, And free up the traffic, Hey, traffic cops, don’t slow down, Let your friend’s motorcycle pass.

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I wish your heart to growl, And the powerful engine does not let you down, My friend, press the gas handle, Fly far, steer as hard as you can. I wish you to meet with friends for the holiday, And line up all the motorcycles in a row, The whole company races towards the winds, Building a technical, powerful parade.

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The ribbon floats along the roads, When the rain pours on us. But life is wonderful, I know for sure, Although in winter I get very cold on the bike.

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Viva for motorcyclists, Viva for fanatics! The iron horse, like a bird, is more expensive than all awards!

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They are sitting on different motorcycles - blue, yellow, black, red. “Bikers” - that’s what everyone calls them. They invite us to races.

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You may be journalists, Or doctors, or go to a ball, But if you are motorcyclists, Then the time has come to congratulate you.

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Your speed is breathtaking, You fill the roads with graceful beauty, We wish that the fire in your eyes does not go out, May your life be filled with dreams.

Happy birthday greetings By profession Biker

Courage, strength and boldness are familiar to you well, After all, you have been skillfully managing your bike for a long time.

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On your birthday, I wish you reliable equipment, travel the whole world on a bike without a single breakdown.

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Free route and drive, Let only the green light illuminate your path for many many years to come.

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I am glad to congratulate you, and today, I wish you freedom and good luck on the road, on your steel horse.

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So that life doesn’t stress you out, troubles along the way, so that only victories, only happiness lies ahead!

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Let your trusty bike rush forward to where you will be very lucky, where you will be happy and loved! Happy birthday!

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With all my heart and soul I wish you great joy, success, loyal friends, and a more joyful life!

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The smell of oil. Wheel noise. The roar of the engine. Rubber creaking. This infernal machine is taking you quickly into the distance.

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You drive along the roads, Overtaking the wild wind. You cannot exchange this life for anything in this world!

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Happy birthday! I know, the bike is your best friend. Let the asphalt lie smoothly, the strength of your hands does not fail!

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Let the pleasant south wind sing the Song of Freedom. Overtake the speed of light And a super-fast plane!

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Happy birthday! We wish you happiness, Rush forward on a bike to success Through beautiful, endless expanses, So that you can experience a spiritual takeoff!

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Let your bike, like a permanent comrade, Be strong, reliable and cool, And in your blood only constant passion, Strength, will and joy live!

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Happy birthday to the Lord of the Roads. Remain optimistic, Even though the world can be cruel.

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Let your beloved bike rush along, Like a graceful beast. Dreams and plans will come true, just be sure to believe.

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May your strong iron horse never fail. It’s even useless to argue that you’re a biker anywhere!

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You rush forward, forgetting doubts. Just hold on tight. Be happy. Happy Birthday! Let life be fun!

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Speed, wind, engine noise You only rush in a straight line. Happy birthday, Biker is our coolest.

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May the road be clear According to your great destiny. Remain kind, fast, With an honest, bright soul.

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May your health not fail you, May you hold your bike tightly, May you live cheerfully and creatively, May you never lose heart.

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Happy birthday and I wish from the bottom of my heart that the roads go straight, that success is on the way.

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I wish a full tank for the iron horse, Only wind, only will, Only happiness for you!

Cool happy birthday poems for a man

You are what we need, this is undoubtedly, So skillful, extraordinary... An earthly man and at the same time prominent, As if he had descended into our world from Olympus! On your birthday, I definitely wish you to experience cloudless happiness... Let it be woven from many things... And your heart beats more joyfully and louder!

How's it going, our old bastard? Now you are quite old! So what if it’s not even thirty? Everyone is pretty tired of you: It hurts there, it aches here - You can’t get up early and you can’t sleep, You can’t sit down with a barbell, The sand is already pouring in a little! Okay, don't be angry! We joke like that because we love you! Pump up your biceps and triceps, and keep yourself in shape! Well, Happy Birthday, old friend! Of course, you are not old at all! In the circle of your friends and girlfriends, you are our Star - “super old”!

Let blondes and brunettes, even bald ones, Ladies be delighted with you, don’t miss them! On your birthday we wish you to be super macho! Even at a hundred years old you will be considered a playboy among us!

Tie and shorts with polka dots - Dress up in the morning! After all, today is Birthday, it’s time for us to celebrate! We'll throw you a banquet, we'll drink vodka - oh-ho-ho! Let's say a lot of good words: Be healthy! Just everything! Let beauties, yachts, clubs be all at your feet! May everything in life come true that you could dream of!

Let your head hurt with a hangover! But that’s tomorrow, and now we’re celebrating your birthday, your best day, your finest hour! We wish you to become richer than the oligarchs of the whole Earth! And let there be no end to good luck, happiness and love!

May wealth come to you, May luck follow your hand, May you be rich in health, And may you not encounter any obstacles on your way! Let problems be your friend, Let every project succeed, Let your eyes sparkle with a smile! On your birthday, be cheerful and happy!

It is not the years that make a person beautiful, but a kind soul! Your life, birthday boy, may be so good! I wish you a lot of happiness, and a little bit of difficulty, so that the road isn’t boring! Walk a worthy path!

We wish you inspiration on your birthday! We wish you surprise, soul transformation! We wish you a strong spirit, wealth, abundance! We wish everything to be great in your personal life!

I’m looking at you now and I don’t recognize you at all! Once upon a time he was bald and small, and then he became a man. He grew two meters tall, became serious, stately, and grown up! On your birthday, I want to say and wish: To be the happiest, Not to be content with little, To grab the stars from the sky, And not to forget me!

We will raise a glass to your health and happiness! We wish you a life worthy of you, birthday boy! You keep the blow and form, And don’t be a slobber! Happy Birthday, our dear one, we congratulate you!

Happy birthday to biker

Happy birthday, Biker, from the bottom of my heart! I wish you unrealistic drive, full of bright positivity.

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May your dreams come true soon, May speed be your companion. Let life become brighter, without being saddened by any grief.

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Speed, leather, a faithful bike, You conquer the roads, Sparks fly from under the wheels, You managed to see a lot!

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Happy birthday, all the best, Joy, kindness and happiness, So that your engine does not stall, And good things always happen!

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You love speed and adrenaline, Happy birthday to you. Your motorcycle is dear to you, I wish you a fair wind.

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You are an amazing biker, free brutal, No one can tame you. And you manage your life yourself, You can teach it to know its taste!

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I wish you to take care of yourself on the road surface. Happy birthday! May you be lucky on your journey!

Happy birthday greetings to a biker in prose

On this day, without a doubt, I want to wish you good luck, so that the road is smooth,

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May your strong iron horse never fail. It’s even useless to argue that you’re a biker anywhere!

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You rush forward, forgetting doubts. Just hold on tight. Be happy. Happy Birthday! Let life be fun!

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Happy birthday, biker, Start your engine, The road is calling you, Space awaits you.

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The sun is playing in the spokes, Chrome and nickel are sparkling, Let the frightened driver huddle to the side of the road.

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The wind will be on the motor on the road, I wish you to reach the horizons with your hand.

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I wish that you will be able to overtake time, and that your bike will fly like an arrow through life.

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Speed, wind, bike, You are flying to your freedom, Joy to you, goodness, Strong patience and health!

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So that your “horse” does not let you down, So that you have enough strength for everything, Happy birthday to you, Be happy always!

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Early in the morning, at dawn, You rush, overtaking the wind. The track is long, empty, you are almost taking off.

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There is a special thrill in this, To catch the drive along the way. They say he's reckless? But in real life he’s not boring.

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You live between heaven and earth, And a motorcycle, like a friend, is always with you, After all, you don’t ride, you fly so low, You sit confidently and firmly in the saddle!

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I, biker, congratulate you on your birthday, I wish you a smooth and successful road, good friends, your bikers, so cheerful, faithful and dear!

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And a girl to hold on to you, And to smile at the speed and the wind, To create a family and give birth to children, After all, there is no such thing as too much happiness!

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In your motorcycle, you know every bolt and nut. On the road you are like a wolf, Our fearless, glorious biker.

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On your birthday we wish you let the adrenaline invigorate you. Take care of yourself, boy. You are the only one we have.

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Free rider with an iron horse, You are with a motorcycle both night and day. The wind is coming, the speed and the track, a lot of emotions, a lot of possibilities.

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Well, on your birthday, I wish you... Get up every morning with a smile, Be on good terms only in life with luck And, like nuts, click tasks.

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Give someone a ride? For you it’s like two and two - easy! On your birthday, I wish you only a smooth and straight road!

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Let the fire always burn in your eyes, And let your iron horse serve you faithfully! And may there not be an obstacle on the way! Well, go ahead and fly to celebrate!

Funny Funny Happy Anniversary Congratulations to a Man

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