- buelldog a écrit:
- la deuze pas compri le truc de pigeon
et la troizieme:
we belive koi??? ta pas une traduction vite fait meme si je me doute un peu de se que sa racompte
j'ai trouvé les paroles de la pub que Max a posté. Je pourrais traduire mais j'ai autre chose à foutre. En gros, ça parle de liberté, de sacoches de selle, de Dieu, de poussière et d'hommes, de vrais (pas des carioles comme nous quoi)....
We believe in going our own way no matter which way the rest of the world is going
We believe in bugging the system that’s built to smash individuals like bugs on the wind-shield
Some of us believe in the man upstairs
All of us believe and stick it to the man down here
We believe in sky and we don’t believe in the sunrise
We believe in freedom
We believe in dust, tumble-weeds, buffalo, mount rages and riding off into the sunsets
We believe in saddlebags and we believe that cowboys set it right
We believe in refusing to not go under to anyone
We believe in wearing black because it doesn’t show any dirt… or weakness
We believe that world is going soft and we’re not going along with it
We believe in motorcycle rallies that last a week
We believe in road side attractions, gas stations, hot-dogs and finding out what’s over the next hill
We believe in one-way engines, pistons the size of garbage cans, fuel tanks design from 1936, free-train size pad lights chrome and custom paint
We believe in flames and skulls
We believe life is what you made it… and we make it one hell of a ride
We believe that the machine you sit on can tell the world exactly where you stand
We don’t care what anyone else believes