Дмитрий — Roll roll

The road is a ribbon of black and gold,
the finest story that was ever told.
We're crossing the border where the heat waves dance,
taking a leap and taking a chance.
No destination, no deadline to meet.
Just the steady hum of the tires on the street.
It's a gasoline waltz on a summer night.
Dancing in the glow of the dashboard lights
with a rhythm of steel and a spirit of grace.
We're the only ones in this beautiful place.