Water and the morning from the endless spring
of my candid lover dark and bright indeed,
of my power rocker, I say, fire of the bliss,
of my sensual desire, spring of sweetest kiss.
Naked and in leather we are king and queen.
Ridin’ wild through shadows and quests.
Ridin’ wild in freedom and unrest.
Ridin’ wild, complex and so easy.
Ridin’ wild with honest simple feelin’, o yeah, o yeah.
Persons they are fallible, a fragment and perplex.
Brutality and certainty, unimportant privacy.
Settled down – the only thing is he don’t die.
Other-imaged targets and the battle of life.
Naked and in leather we are the stream.
Ridin’ wild with Françoise Hardy.
Ridin’ wild, the groovy, ragged meal.
Ridin’ wild, meaningful and sweet.
Ridin’ wild with utopia and feel, o well, o well.
Search and new directions always keep you away
from subjective assaults of the unimportant emptiness.
Easy, open, direct shocking, unique faith.
Deconstruction, reconstruction, pretty fantasies.
Naked and in leather we are always in between.
Ridin’ wild, Marlon Brando style.
Moments, fragile with a sigh.
The legends alone, flyin’ high,
slick, on test, you try, o yeah, o yeah.
The segment and the shadow: I say, everybody has the feel.
Insecure and innocent respect and a tip of the hat.
Brilliant, nervous passion and the faithful special moments.
The unimportant something and the simple fact of money.
Naked and in leather we are kissin‘ the dream.
Ridin’ wild, Marlon Brando style.
Moments, fragile with a sigh.
The legends alone, flyin’ high,
slick, on test, you try, o yeah, o yeah.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany